I sit in my office, my large desk showing power
Indicating how important I must be
In the penthouse room at the top of a tower
No one has an office quite like me
Mahogany panels and large leather chair
Every surface polished until it glows
Expensive lumps of art scattered everywhere
I’m the boss and everybody knows
I stand by my window and see far below
People meeting and laughing, and I groan
Wondering to myself if any of them know
At the top you really are alone
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I like this poem. I guess we don't realize that it can be very lonely at the top! Very well put. Marilyn