Looking back from Over the Western Horizon

I share with you now

The words of this poem

I was valued yesterday

But yesterday’s gone

Respected ’till yesterday

I’m now on my own

The sun’s set on my leadership

And yesterday’s gone.

No one remembers

What went before

“He did a good job”

But is remembered no more.

Let’s wipe out the memory

Of all that he did

“It will be done MY way”,

Past practice – not good!!

Take care with this thinking

I implore from the past

If you turn good practice to fallow –

While your tenure may last …

‘Twill be bitter not happy …

It’s wise to know

That your practice and style

Will reap what you sow.