Old Bosses

Water under the bridge

Sometimes I imagine 
having a beer in heaven 
with all my old work bosses and colleagues.
What a strange but wonderful thing 
it would be 
to all get together again, 
one last time.
The good and the bad.

It makes me realise 
how precious those times were.
Even the ones I didn't like, 
I have a strange fondness of now.
I think this is because, 
as I age, 
I realise that life is short, 
and bitterness only intensifies 
the suffering. 
You have to 
let go 
of what hurts. 

Where did they trend after we crossed paths?

To the mean ones, 
did they ever feel sorry 
for what they did?
Do they seek forgiveness?
Or are they just as blind to it now 
as they were back then?
I'm curious,
Did they ever work through their sh*t?
I hope they did 
for their sake 
and their loved ones. 
As I mature, 
I realise that everyone has their reasons
—their struggles 
and their pain. 
It's rarely personal 
but rather a reflection 
of what is happening 
inside. 

I want to say:
I forgive you.
I wish you well.
I wish you happiness.
And to be free of suffering. 

To the good ones, 
my appreciation and respect.
It takes a beautiful soul 
to show up with presence and grace 
in the face of adversity 
and let people know 
you care. 
Even when you don't see 
eye to eye,
There is a way you can carry yourself, 
That garnishes a certain 
admiration. 

And for the roles I played in the mess,
I am truly sorry.
But for the lessons gleaned 
I am eternally grateful.

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Reflection

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