One place open and transparent,
The other shrouded in secrecy,
Both pretty much about the same stuff,
One getting kudos,
The other, well, that’s too bad.
How in these times,
When the books have all been written,
Can management be so poor,
At least my stepson is back work,
His first day in eight weeks,
He got a quick training on new procedures,
Then a bit of a surprise,
Eight checks, they paid their staff all the way through.
At sixteen, he understands the loyalty,
The sacrifice it took to make that happen.
He’s learning so much more than those working
In the lock and key business
Where only Eric Arthur might be able to say.
No lightness can illuminate this mystery,
How professionals can bumble along to gracelessly,
Never communicating clearly,
Always over explaining, and and of late,
Disappearing from sight.
Better to open,
Larger, more confident dogs know,
This guardians of cowardice only need to look to the east,
Gain an example from their neighbors and
Get with the business of leading.