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A farewell poem to my call centre buddies

A farewell poem to my call centre buddies


Each day we do a golden deed

To help people in dire need

When the sun is sinking low

To our jobs its time to go


The driver arrives and gives a call

Time for us to take the fall

many a customers out there to yell

with patient ears the solution we tell


twenty four hours we are 

when the shift ends barely alive

time and time losing track of day

Till the month end to get the pay


yet all these lost across the mile

when the customer gives a happy smile

many a moments we did share

in times so few we had spare


Tis the life seems like hell

Yet to us a job done well

many a calls in the que

Time to end the poem for agents are few.







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