To Frank

I ate lunch at the pub today. The sarcasm flowed like beer. Solutions to the world's problems stayed afloat for a while when we stirred them, then sank like a gritty sediment. Another colleague has moved on.

At lunch to his health we all drank
as we sipped and said farewell to Frank.
He quit this job's pain
when he saw he could gain
a career and more bucks in his bank.