As all ships have a port to reach,
That the day has the crimson sky to keep
And the light the dark will soon breach,
Inevitably we shall soon be but bones in heap.
In the bureaucratic’s life we all have to curtsy one day,
Nonetheless proudly from sleaze I have veered.
Unimportant is how much was my pay
But foremost is how extremely I have served.
Bowing out has its own merits,
For now to speak my mind without fear
From the society and distressed critics
Of truths they’re fearful to hear.
To go where and be dressed in what pleases me
As in every man’s heart raging to be free,
And far from the bray of millennials so mean;
They of download and copy paste generation we see.
So sad to note up the corporate ladder they hurried,
But in haste intellect in the last steps down they left.
What legacy to the future may be carried,
If values and competence are not kept?
Yet the service is never at all that hopeless
For integrity still burns bright in many’s life.
Them I admire and thank sincerely no less
For their esteem and reverence even in strife.
One may wish to linger a little longer
Moved not by clout nor for anything else.
Nothing, nothing but for the system to be stronger
And for public interest be a watchdog on leash.
Like leaves that fall after a crisis in service though
Soon the call of our God cannot go unheeded.
Our legacy shall be the green grass over our grave, true,
And the gentle breeze that graze the marble angel’s head.
Friends, be the sparrow to alight on the cross above me,
Sing a sweet song of gratefulness that may be heard.
To herald how to serve and dream
JAIME E. MASAGCA
#chasinglightschasingdreams
#advocatusdiaboli
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