The Boardroom

Made to hold us all

Soft chairs lined arm to arm

A dark stained wood table

And smoked glass in the hall.

We meet on time each week

Exchange opinions, with some asserting

Solve a problem or just waste hours

True selves show forth- some strong, some meek.

The Boardroom is a vestibule

Where people go to deal with things

Communicate and trade hard facts

Where rank applies and egos rule.

Some things are heard and some ignored

With some who blab and are not stopped

God do something, please shut them up

And….then there’s those who are bored.

The one who’s heard the most, you see

Speaks last…….

And owns the facts and keeps the rules

And speaks with sure authority.