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An Unwanted Presence

This poem quietly reflects on the question of knowing when to step aside in society or within an organization. It portrays the tension between the belief that one is still capable and needed, and the painful realization that one may gradually become an unwanted presence to others. Precisely because experience and confidence accumulate over time, such changes are difficult to recognize. The poem raises the delicate yet important question of humility—of stepping away with dignity rather than clinging to ones place.

  

An Unwanted Presence

 

I can still do it.

I am still needed.

I can still hold on.

 

I am not an unwanted presence.

My knowledge is not a nuisance.

My attitude causes no trouble.

 

I can still think clearly.

I am still trusted.

I am practically still active.

 

Yet I did not notice

that I had become a hindrance.

I did not notice

that I was getting in the way.

I did not notice

that others wished me gone.

 

I can still judge the situation.

I am still expected.

I still have confidence.

 

Yet I began to feel

that my presence was unwelcome,

that my opinions were unwanted,

that even my experience was a burden.

 

I still had things to say.

I still had things I wanted to do.

I thought there was still time ahead.

 

Before realizing I had become a hindrance,

I should have retired.

When I first sensed it,

I should have stepped away decisively.

 

And when one finally becomes

an unwanted presence,

do not act important—

leave quietly.


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