Quitting a Job
The Final Day
I packed my desk and walked away,
No more the grind, no more the fray.
The clock no longer rules my time,
My heart is light, my soul sublime.
A New Beginning
The door swings wide, the world’s aglow,
With paths untrod and winds that blow.
I leave behind what held me tight,
And step into the morning light.
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