Nancy

When we first met You were over the wall If I had to talk to you Thought for sure I’d bawl. You weren’t there very long Soon you were off to HR Doing payroll was your goal Who knows it might take you far. A few years of that And you wished you hadn’t roamed Back to the business office you came A place to call home. On breaks we’d see each other Cause we’re smokers you and me In those few minutes everyday The real you I got to see. I called you in a crisis You helped to calm me down I realized in that moment A friend I had found. So now that you’re leaving Going back from where you came Remember your friend in Arizona Wrote you a poem that’s kinda lame.