Life in organisations has many different phases. One might be forgiven for thinking that following the our induction on day one and through many ups and downs there is a steady upward trajectory in most, if not all of the metrics we choose to describe that life. Not so, however, birth, life, development and demise is more prevalent than you might think. Much like the stars in our galaxy and our galaxy itself, all is consumed in the end.
As a seed, I am embedded in the organisational womb
As a sapling, I gain strength and organisationally bloom
As I graft, my activity reeks of organisational perfume
At the start, flowering in the organisational schoolroom
As I grow, so does my worth, with organisational vroom
As a member, coat sits in the organisational cloakroom
As a star, my light shines brightly, organisationally soon
At my peak, I am a feather in the organisational plume
As I am accountable, all I sense is organisational gloom
As a fall guy, hung out, a victim of organisational doom
As a no –fault loser, I am left to organisationally rheum
At my lowest, suffocating in an organisational vacuum
As defunct, I am shrouded in the organisational tomb
As deceased, too far gone to organisationally exhume
As intangible ether, I am vented as organisational fume
At the end, I am completely organisationally consumed
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The image attached to this poem is entitled ‘Our Sun Came Late to the Milky Way’s Star-Birth Party’. Credits for this image: HubbleSite who supplied the image to NASA.
This illustration depicts a view of the night sky from a hypothetical planet within the youthful Milky Way galaxy 10 billion years ago. The heavens are ablaze with a firestorm of star birth. Glowing pink clouds of hydrogen gas harbor countless newborn stars, and the bluish-white hue of young star clusters litter the landscape. The star-birth rate is 30 times higher than it is in the Milky Way today. Our Sun, however, is not among these fledgling stars. The Sun will not be born for another 5 billion years.