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All In Due Time
A step or two slower
Expectations lower
You don't fit in so well
Withdrawn in your shell
Your colleagues look younger
You don't have their hunger
More frequent, your blunders
Boss smiles; they don't stun her
You miss work 'cos you're sick
And don't get better so quick
When you return, you're not well
Your commute can be hell
Whispers about you abound
Your thoughts whirl around
Yet maybe they're wrong
Why's the day seem so long?
Now the company's been sold
Will they get rid of the old
Those past their prime
~ All in due time, friend
All in due time
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Gershon Wolf
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