The time has come for she who worked
so many years and never shirked
To put away her pad and pen
and never tread that mill again
No more the drudge of turning up
the dreary workplace coffee cup
Office bods thrown in together
with little more than how’s the weather
Oh farewell those remaining there
with burdens she’ll no longer share
With bright delight she looks anew
A life of multicoloured view
Nirvana journey’s road not long
Sing out loud to Annie’s song
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