In many schools of numerology, the number eight represents business, wealth and ambition. Wikipedia defines business as:
the activity of making one’s living or making money by producing or buying and selling products (such as goods and services). Simply put, it is “any activity or enterprise entered into for profit”.
Think banker rather than boxer, or accountant rather than actor. So that’s the starting point: someone involved in business. And you are writing a poem about them. The twist? This is their last day on the job.
Try in your poem to show us something of how they view their job, how it impacts their life normally, how it shapes the person they have become. How the people they work with view them, professionally and personally. Have them take something with them on the way out the door that final time – maybe it’ll be something physical, like a pen, or a watch, or a name badge. Or something more nebulous – goodwill. Or resentment. A sense of purpose, or a loss thereof. A new lease on life. An interestingly exotic habit. A hunger for a bit of chaos at long last.
Bonus points for including specific bits of technical language (from their job) in such a way that they make sense to a lay-reader.