Dear youngest,
Lucy May Singletary
My little visionary
Not at all ordinary
I have a precautionary
Tale
for you
And I shall
Tell it like this
Like many others
My sisters, my brothers
I had not a clue
How to ever eschew
This frustration
Of being in isolation
Anti-visitation
Covid insulation
Stuck
We’ve all been stuck
In this muck
Yuck, Yuck, Yuck
Any golf shrink
Teaches you to think
The game is played
“OUT THERE”
That holds true
Through and through
When your game is
SALES
It too,
is played
OUT THERE
Not in your head
Not in your bed
Not something you’ve read
You’ve got to get
OUT THERE
Zoom call
my ass
I’d be happy
If it was my last
It is time
To climb
Back on
the proverbial horse
Get out on the course
No more remorse
Let me reinforce
The game is played
OUT THERE
And away, I went
Back on the scent
With a British accent
I won’t lament
About what it meant
Nor will I vent
About another event
Autodesk,
One Team
Like living a dream
Nashville,
the Music City
Get pretty
Get gritty
Get witty
It’s a
gPage ditty
A world gone silly
A little chilly
Saw Dolly and Jack
But not Willie
This too shall pass
Covid KICKED our ass
Superpowers invade
We all feel betrayed
My head is spinning
The world is winning
Back in the game
Never the same
But let’s stay positive
It’s our prerogative
You got to stay whole
Deep in your soul
Colleagues and friends
It just depends
Where the road bends
How it all ends
What is your superpower?
Building a balloon tower
Habits at work
Don’t be a jerk
What a day
Lucy May
It is the right way
to play
OUT THERE!!!!
