The dichotomy of it all:
He on his final run before he would hang it up
Having served for many years in many places was
Now getting his swansong opportunity to go out on top
Lavishness prevailed
Order had long since been established
He proceeded with his form of blandness
They expected some new grandness
He expounding on the Almighty Hand of God
They watching the timepiece hanging from its fob
His patronizing seemed to be for show
Their dismay at what he didn’t know
He happy with everything that was here
On how this could happen they were not clear
He carried on until the end
His stay lasted six long years
Finally came the time of his leaving and
The celebration by all of his peers
The choir practiced songs of thanksgiving
This required little vision
Tension and malaise were lifted
Requiring no one’s permission
He felt honored and happy
They were excited and peppy
He left saying he gave his best
They wondered who would be next
They alone eager to welcome someone new
Ready and prepared for challenge
Renewal a part of their quest
Tired of polishing the smoothness they had made from the rough
What happens in the church
Stays in the church
What happens, happens
Just ask someone with a PhD
They have all the right, cute answers
They will never wear out their fob
Time means nothing as they bloviate
Loving to hear their own voice
Someone asks did we make the right choice
When we asked this fool the question
Stanski
December 18, 2019 ^
Steve Haarman 