But Weren'T You Told
“You what!” I cried, with vitriolic ire.
“You didn’t even take the time to ask
“Me what I thought?” My eyes burned hot with fire
As point by point I took my boss to task.
“So now,” I said, “you’re a Director on the Board
“And I have been demoted, left to bask
“Not in my own success but yours! You scored
“A win, so, ‘Good on you!” But what of me?
“And who was it that threw me overboard?
“For seven years I’ve served the company
“And thought that I was next in line to move
“Into a corner office as V.P.
“But now, instead, you’ve asked me to approve
“My transfer to a branch in Mexico?
“A country that I can’t say that I love.
“I can’t afford to lose my job, and so
“I guess that soon I’ll be a resident
“Of someplace where I do not want to go.”
“But weren’t you told?” (My boss seemed hesitant)
“That you have been promoted to assume
The role of the Branch Office President?
I stood there stunned, as light dispelled the gloom,
And blushed at the applause that filled the room.
Copyright © James Tweedie | Year Posted 2020
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