Mission

I am in my early 50s
Still a kid at heart sitting
In a meeting with folks way
Above my pay grade when their
Boss asks them what are the new
Role and mission statements of
Our department which they
Cannot under pressure
Remember so the top
Boss turns to me as
She has sat across
The table from me
And asks what
Are my role &
Mission view
To which
I am
Unable
To resist
Replying my
Roll and mission
Statements in Texas
Are cinnamon and San
Jose which under the strain
Gets a laugh of relief from all
But the big boss who looks
At me uncomprehending
Not even a bit amused
So I stumble mumble
The official role and
Mission statements
But then avoid a
Dozen dagger
Looks adding
I cannot
Remember
Which is which
Then in the avalanche
Of eager suggestions as
To which is which I
Excuse myself to
Duck out hiding
In the hall with
Some lady too
High above
Me to care
And we
Laugh
Like
Kids.