To Dick Olson Upon his Retirement

One of the sad things as one ages
Is the witnessing of changes.
Colleagues who're a treasure
Choose retirement and pleasure
Leaving us to carry on alone.
While sadness is a background drone,
A gladness also joins the chorus--
What a priviledge it's been for us
To have the aid of one like you,
Nice and competent and true.
When problems led to pulling hairs,
We could just call the shop downstairs.
Of course the job got done-but more-
Your call left satisfaction to the core.
It also left glimpses of a man,
Perceptive, smart, kind and warm.
You've earned your freedom and rest.
Many, many thanks and all the best.

Donata Oertel

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