Richard had spent thirty years on his job.
The company decided to let him go.
They gave him no cake or party.
The boss gave him a cheap certificate with no frame.
And wished him well.
The other employees felt sad for him as he slowly walked out the door.
He thought, what am I going to do with the rest of my life?
Just another aged employee put out to pasture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem