As a seed, I am embedded in the organisational womb
As a sapling, I gain strength and organisationally bloom
As I graft, my activity reeks of organisational perfume
At the start, flowering in the organisational schoolroom
As I grow, so does my worth, with organisational vroom
As a member, coat sits in the organisational cloakroom
As a star, my light shines brightly, organisationally soon
At my peak, I am a feather in the organisational plume
As I am accountable, all I sense is organisational gloom
As a fall guy, hung out, a victim of organisational doom
As a no –fault loser, I am left to organisationally rheum
At my lowest, suffocating in an organisational vacuum
As defunct, I am shrouded in the organisational tomb
As deceased, too far gone to organisationally exhume
As intangible ether, I am vented as organisational fume
At the end, I am completely organisationally consumed
Makes me think that ...
Life in organisations has many different phases. One might be forgiven for thinking that following our induction on day one and through many ups and downs there is a steady upward trajectory in most, if not all of the metrics we choose to describe that life. Not so however, birth, life, development and demise are more prevalent than you might think. Much like the stars in our galaxy and our galaxy itself, all is consumed in the end.
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