Two wirl-wind weeks have flown swiftly and now we say farewell,
Good times we’ve had when all’s said and done and so this story we tell.
For work they sent you on a mission
Instead we all learned a little lesson.
Seven days of work all day,
Burns your wick and makes you pay.
Balance is the key to all,
Remember to apreciate things small.
A meal or cup of tea with thee,
A sunset over the open sea,
The rhyming game while on a stroll,
Your guitar and song makes it whole.
Until soon again we part with smiles,
Let bliss come swift as airplain flies.