I had been a manager for a decade and eight, And a good one I've been told.
Three promotions had been my fate,
And my salary increased five fold.
As I look back and recall,
And assess in an unbiased way. What did I accomplish after all? Who had I helped each day?
I counseled fair and sometimes long, There was a tear or two,
Career, family, life; no right or wrong, Decisions made, a start anew.
Now it's my turn, the crossroads near,
I found myself not needed,
And I am experiencing that awful fear,
Alone, uprooted, frustrated, pleas unheeded.
To have talent one day, And then not any.
To be earning my pay, And then not a penny.
Contributions past don't count,
I've become a liability.
My manager's problems seem to mount, Helping me is not a priority.
Should I have been more political?
Would that provide visibility?
Or is it business pressures, however radical, That is forcing this on me?
It's time to move, or change, I know,
To what I cannot say .
Believe in yourself, that you can grow, And again you'll find your way.
