A “HOME” VISITATION
People say we can’t go there
For rarely it’s the same….
Changes from then to now may scare,
Even to changing a name.
I got to visit my old site
Where I had a leadership role…
The little switcher may be gone
But the power plant still burns coal.
The gatehouse on the back side of things
Has moved a long way back…
A hundred feet or less from
The silent railroad track.
The thing I hated worst ’bout the job
Was being rather restrained….
I had to radio “Unit Seven”
For my bladder to be drained.
And if I had to go more than once
A shift, it seemed like imposition…
To the Mobile Unit covering
Almost like an Inquisition.
Maybe I was too sensitive,
Wanting to please as well…
Middle management who lied to us
On the account…were too cheap to tell:
That soon enough we’d lose the account,
No matter how well we did…
But now I’ve come back in a different role
And they seem happy that I did.