Chris Donohue
I wrote this poem for Kenny when he retired:
Kenny's Final Call: A Poem of Retirement
Kenny, the dispatcher, always wise and knowing,
Handled each crisis, and kept water flowing.
He served Cobb well, and proved a great choice,
A stalwart in chaos, a steady, calm voice.
He knew every street, all the manholes and pipes,
And skillfully handled the overnight gripes.
With a headset and keyboard, he guided the show,
Ensuring the County’s waters would continue to flow.
Now the headset is hung, and the calls are done,
Kenny leaves Dispatch, to explore and have fun.
No more will he answer those late-night alarms,
Instead, he’ll find solace in retirement’s arms.
His Ham radio will hum, voices from far away,
From new friends through the ether, to brighten his day.
His computers will dance to the tap of his keys,
As he explores new hobbies with the greatest of ease.
But the sweetest of all, in the soft evening light,
His guitar will sing out, filling hearts with delight.
He’ll play lead with fervor, each note like a spark,
Strumming the strings, and leaving his mark.
Kenny, the dispatcher, now free from the strife,
Will embrace new hobbies, and a new kind of life.
With radios, computers, and melodies sweet,
In retirement’s embrace, his joy is complete.
So here's to Kenny, a legend, a friend,
May his new journey be joyful, and fun without end.
From the citizens you served and work friends you made
Till the end of your days, may you have peace without end.
