Moving to Michigan

Far away across the ocean,
Many miles from current place
You'll put career into motion
And will give it a new pace

The bridges You're burning,
But You won't use train
In case of returning
You're having a plane.

The Man has no wings,
Though we've learned how to fly.
You know all these things.
Thus, not saying Goodbye

I wish You good luck,
My collegue and my friend.
No words, I am stuck.
Poem came to its end.

My greetings to You, and I wish You good trip.
Sincerely Yours, Project Manager Glib.