🥂 To the piece I never got to deliver 🥂
"The Ink of Forty Years"
Forty candles light the room tonight
But it's not just wax that's glowing bright
It's the years you've poured into every stride
The dreams you've chased, the storms you've survived.
You are not just a number, not just an age
You're a living story-now bound to a page
A mentor, a voice, a torch in the night
And today, your words have taken flight.
You taught us that leadership isn't a throne
It's how you listen, and lift, and make people feel known
With wisdom not rushed, with patience so rare
You built not just empires, but spaces that care.
Some write for glory, some write for fame
But your words come from fire, not for praise or acclaim
Each chapter a mirror, each sentence a seed
You write what we feel, what we dream, what we need.
You've shown that forty is not the end of the climb
It's the rhythm of purpose dancing with time
A full-circle moment-of giving, of grace
Of choosing to leave a mark in life's race.
So here's to your legacy, born of your truth
To the power of words, and the wisdom of youth
To the boss who led us, the pen that writes thus
Happy 40th birthday-and cheers to new heights.
To the Doc, a Father, a leader, a friend 🥂
