Has it really been a year?
It was just yesterday when I walked in here.
With a large blue file and an oblivious heart,
Hard to believe that it is already time to depart.
I saw distinct characters under a common brag,
The only similarity being a blue tag.
Some with abundant, some without flab,
All rode together in a stuffy cab.
In my corner I grew subtly unprepared,
Of anecdotes or memories my friends shared.
Dodging the fears that I bore inside.
Crept into seclusion with Alfalfa and Pepper beside.
“It’s time to wind up”, my mind opined,
The memories cling on, although people are left behind.
I walk out with my tears concealed. Yes, it has been a year,
A year well lived indeed!