BrainPandora - Poem Details

04 Jul 2025

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.