The Boss Poem by Marites C. Cayetano

The Boss



His visitors call him boss
and they bow their heads on him.

He's the boss
but the only thing he can do now
is move his eyes
and shed tears.

He was the boss
and still the boss
but he can no longer say it
so he only shed tears.

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