Uncustard

 welcome to a life of custard
let it not dry and crust up
for the buildings levels are a live 
seeking you to fill an office

exchange a few smiles
get the jobs done
feel a slight sense of pride
substitute the rest of your life

Those young faces here to greet you
their eyes fill up with familiarity
as they greet you like you were savior
the awning outside the front of the building
shaded
formal

Back up to guide youg lives into some custard bias
the milk of years gone by
it's the certainty in your voice
cunningly obscuring your errors

lick tenure now
one cycle after the next
the entitled accusing the entitled
seasons leave you retirement beacons
forgetfulness
duty

One cried
not enough sugar
rhyming
or remuneration