It's my time

Counting down till it’s time to

take the navy shirt off the line.

The biggest exit role;

will I still feel whole?

All the hullabaloo that goes with

the politics of being a boss;

petty grievances, both sides,

caused by the pride of life.

I’m ready to leave it all behind

and hope that I will find

inner peace from being apart,

from sources of where it starts.

I’ve learned to recognised and change

the things I can and rearrange

my life; find my inner peace again

and not be ruled by other men (or women).

What is is it I’m trying to say?

There’s more to life than monthly pay.

There’s family, friends and having time

to make some hay while the sun still shines

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