Hump Day Poetry – Week 15 – The Retirement Medal


The retirement medal never arrived

A small non-descript piece of metal

Symbolising a career long spent.

He asked why?

His boss said she’d inquire

Thought he should have long received it.

He waited weeks, months, no word.

He made his own request to the employer

Received what he never expected

A short note on Department letterhead.

“Your last determination: Inefficient.”

He felt devastated

Why was he never told?

The embarrassment tenfold

Had he known

He would not have asked

Saved himself the indignity.

It explained why his colleagues

In the workplace kept a distance

Not wishing to sully their hands.

He’d loved his job, forty years

Of dedication,

With successes and failures

Like everyone else, so he thought.

I’ve been so pretentious he thought

My own inflated ego has brought me down.

Just what you deserve said his unworthy demon

Celebrating the fact.

He pulled up his bed covers

Thinking he’d stay a little longer.


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5 Responses to Hump Day Poetry – Week 15 – The Retirement Medal

  1. Lyn says:

    You have to feel sorry for him. If his boss had been doing his job correctly, he’d have told him there was a problem. LOL he should have worked for the ATO call centre; he’d have had a review every two months 😀

  2. Lori Carlson says:

    Wow, powerful piece, Michael.. I wonder how long he’d been inefficient.. shouldn’t he have been told sooner? Damn shame it came down to the end, but what a wonderful ending to the poem!

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