I Live in a Room

I live in a room and I sleep alone

In a bed that is just three feet wide.

I know I am old and I venture with care

From my room to the world outside.

I remember quite clearly I used to sprint

From meeting to meeting and chat

With the boss of group A and with manager B

And the girl who wrote down what was said.

At that time I attempted to know it all

And occasionally gained the respect

Of the boss of group A and manager B,

And the girl who wrote down what was said.

Yet now I no longer am leader supreme,

And the girl who would write down my uttering

Would still write it down, but in modified form

So it’d seem that I spoke without stuttering.

10 February 2009