A mere 40 years ago this U of I grad
Just wanted a job to afford her own pad.
So out with the girls and to Rush Street they ran
In to Harry’s Cafe where she saw this old man.
He approached her and asked “Is it from CALI you came?”
She laughed hard and said “No, it’s actually Champaign.”
A job was then offered as drinks were a flow
She didn’t know what it was or where she should go.
To LaSalle Street she went, a degree in her hand
In her wildest dreams – oh the job she would land.
Was the job of a lifetime, but corn and soybeans?
It was just what she needed and not what it seemed.
The yelling and screaming were right up her alley
With contracts and options and futures to tally.
As the years then passed by there was never a day
That she woke up and said “I can’t do this, no way.”
A job she adored every year she was there
And a job that couldn’t end: Now that she couldn’t bear.
But 40 years later a virus would hit and took out the traders that stood in the pit.
As hopes for reopening the floor would soon fade
She then looked around at the friendships she’d made.
The tears started flowing – the end was so near
The job of a lifetime the very best career.
Nice work, Carol. Hope more doors open in this world soon.
So sweet and sincere! Very heartfelt. Well done!
Love this. Supportive and meaningful!
Thanks Janette! And you were there with me that night!