Pros
Once a haven for those who dreamed, Where ideas flowed and brilliance beamed. A firm renowned, its name held high,
Cons
Now dimmed beneath a privateer’s eye. For three decades, ‘twas built with care, A culture of trust, beyond compare. But profits called, and values sold, Replaced by goals of heartless gold. Partnership dreams now fade away, No ladder left to climb today. Morale has sunk, the spirits drained, What once inspired now feels constrained. The seniors flee, the juniors doubt, What is this path they’ve set about? Workloads swell, but joy declines, The cracks appear in once-strong lines. Beware, dear friend, who joins this crew, The place you’ll meet isn’t the one we knew. A shell remains, though polished bright, Its heart replaced, obscured from sight. If you seek growth, look elsewhere near, For this firm’s glory has disappeared. And while we mourn what’s left behind, We march ahead, new paths to find.