Fare Thee Well On My Last Day Atvwork Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Now that my soul wants to rest,
I know we have done our best,
though the bosses shelve their
prizes. Farewell dear soul. It
is time to walk past the tellers
and tell the world I passed the
test for I go where work has
rewards untouchable.

When work calls, I will answer
with my soul which is ready to
touch another. Beings will be
for my sprint drinks at the
well where every soul sings
songs that birds envy.

To go is not to go, but to
be blessed for I will rest
with like souls bright.
To be thirsty is to be
dry no more for the drizzle
keeps me hoping that little
turns to plenty with a
self raising agent.

Waving to the past with no mask
marks the last privilege since
I never had many. Thus when I
say farewell my friends, I know
I will miss you for we were together
on thus journeyman's jolly trip.

Together we blamed bosses not
knowing we would be them one day.
Together we spent time idly
looking at the clock wishing
our breaks were longer, only
to go back and like clock work
punch in and begin the usual.

Now, I wave and wish all workers
a confucious moment of seeing
a new dawn where the last one was,
for we live by working our way
into new things. Be prepared when
it is your turn to wave to others