On good days, and your worst, he’d always greet you with his cheer.
Familiar to the office block, he’d been there for a year.
Through sun and snow, you’d find him there
Collecting cash for parking’s fare
And lending friendly ear.

The workers grew quite fond of him – this man they’d celebrate,
(He’d even forge excuses if when running, they were late).
And so it came as quite a shock
When one day, where there’d been a lock
They found an open gate.

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