In the office where time’s tales are spun, A man stood tall, now his tale is done. Thirty years of toil, of sweat, of grace, A leader’s heart in a penciled space. His humor bright, like a lantern's glow, In spreadsheets found a comic flow. A hard worker, with dreams unfurled, Building bridges, brick by word. Now redundant, like tales once told, Yet his spirit stays, strong and bold. For in each laugh, and each gentle day, He led the team, come what may. In laughter’s echo, his legacy spun, Every day, his heart had won. Though the chapter’s turned, the story clear, In every soul he led, he’ll stay near.