Not Ten Feet Toll

Entering the room
consumes all in the
boardroom

All eyes rise
all phones are placed down
without a groan or a sound

Walking in proud
owning the floor just walked on
for sure endowed

Honing the sharp minds
for the task of masterminds

Sitting in a chair
with arms stretched out
consuming the chair with a flair

Speaking softly but strongly
lays out the plans boldly

All eyes raised
they shout out approvingly
with vim, vigor and in a blaze

Smart and Handsome
worth a kings ransom

Honest as Abe
dressed in finest
attracting the brightest
gets the job done
and they all won

That smile
It’s the style

Rise or Fall
it was the call
a job well done
by all
now
TEN FEET TALL

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