Those Leaving the Central Office Blues

In leaving now the COB
I muse on misty memories
That with cookies and this peachy punch
I'll share with those who aren't at lunch

When I came to work one bright June day
The place was in a disarray
Construction crews filled every floor
With Steelcase, wire, walls, and doors

The job was just as crazy then
With dreamy eyes we looked to when
The floor was finished and life returned
To normal---well, since then we've learned

And knowing now I've grown to love
The morning thoughts and stories of
The Stanley Peterson cat encounters
And the cleansing of transaction counters

The luncheon food for those who come
To eat before curriculum
And the Christmas party---I mean reception
Was always great without exception

Banana spits on Halloween
That parking place I've never seen
And excitement when a job was done
I'll miss it all; it's been so fun

But I'll trade it for a room of kids
And the chance to help them tap their ids
Oh the fun we'll have! The hearts we'll reach
If Brother Bell will let me teach

So as I leave the COB
And muse those misty memories
I'll raise my head and dry my tears
Til I return for a period of three to five years