In the bustling corridors of data and charts,
Where numbers dance and analysis starts,
There walked a light, so bright and so keen,
A spirit more vibrant than any screen.
His smile, a beacon in data's dense sea,
Bringing warmth and joy, a laughter spree.
In codes and figures, he found his muse,
Turning statistics into news.
With a camera in tow, through Amsterdam's streets,
Capturing moments, both bitter and sweets.
The canals, the bikes, under the Dutch sky's expanse,
Each photo a story, each glance a chance.
His salads, oh, a lunchtime dream,
A symphony of flavors, a culinary stream.
Greens and fruits, with a dressing so fine,
In each bite, a taste of sunshine.
Always positive, a force of good cheer,
In the face of challenges, he showed no fear.
His optimism, a guiding light,
Making the office world seem so bright.
Now in his absence, a silence falls,
Echoing laughter in memory’s halls.
In every photo, in salads mixed,
His presence felt, his joy affixed.
A colleague, a friend, a part of our tale,
In our hearts, his spirit will never pale.
For in the data, the streets, the lunchtime crowd,
His legacy lives, loud and proud.
In remembrance, we smile, we share,
His stories, his dreams, in the Amsterdam air.
For though he's gone, in our memories he'll stay,
A part of us, in every way.
