We all leave, stop, give up or retire sooner or later. Sometimes it is of our choosing and sometimes of others. We would all like to go when we are ready. As to a leaving do, well I’ve known them hated and hotly awaited. It is a marker in or of a our time in work. Leaving Do, by Loot, is of a moment chosen.
A formal moment of release.
A complete moment of peace.
To bid farewell, say goodbye.
To listen to the question, why?
Tis for me to decide my time.
Tis for me to draw the line.
My choice; to leave with grace.
No loss of pride, keeping face.
So farewell, I’ve done my bit.
Proud of efforts, but no fit.
Fond farewell to those here.
Those who will always be near.
Worry not what future holds.
Meet again in futures untold.
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The image with this poem is a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket lifts off from Space Launch Complex 40 at Cape Canaveral Air Force Station carrying the Dragon resupply spacecraft on the sixth commercial resupply services mission to the International Space Station. Liftoff was at 4:10 p.m. EDT, Tuesday, April 14 2015. Research that will help prepare NASA astronauts and robotic explorers for future missions to Mars is among the two tons of cargo on its way to the International Space Station aboard Dragon. The mission is the company’s sixth cargo delivery flight to the station through NASA’s Commercial Resupply Services contract. Dragon’s cargo will support approximately 40 of the more than 250 science and research investigations that will be performed during Expeditions 43 and 44, including numerous human research investigations for NASA astronaut Scott Kelly’s one-year mission in space.
Image Credit: NASA/Kim Shiflett
This poem is narrated by Lorraine Ansell, a British female voiceover professional.