Ode to Bethany

One of my favorite co-workers has left our magnificent firm. She will be missed. Bethany, I think about you all the time. Your desk has been dismembered and a squatter stole your chair, leaving barely a trace left of your memory, I thought it only fitting to memorialize your time here with a few, well chosen words.

Ode to Bethany
Her name was Bethany,
Like the city in Jerusalem from long ago,
She never made a show,
But quietly did her work in her cube,
Her toothpaste came from a tube,
She will be missed, but not dissed,
For she was one of a kind,
With a sound and astute mind,
She was tall,
And on the ball,
Goodbye dear Bamchop, may the road rise to meet you,
And may all your wildest dreams come true.