An
old boss of mine
Once
told me
“I
work to pay you!”
I
speculate
If
you’ve come from nothing
And
Are
struggling to
Make
your way in this world
You’ve
probably heard
Something
similar!
It
seems to be
A
favorite saying
Amongst
business folks
To
the grunts they hire!
Instinctively
they sense the ones
Desperate
for a paycheck
They
know these folks
Will
take all the abuse
Dished
out to them
With
a smile!
I
say this with conviction
For
I’ve
seen it happen several times
Over
the past 30 years!
Not
every owner is this way
But
The
ones who are
Can
be hard on the mind!
Yet
The
soul grows stronger
With
every promotional promise
Fed
to it
Then
taken away!
Every
condescending remark
Lobbed
at it!
Yes
The
soul grows stronger!
Then
there’s the owners
That
have
Overseers
Managers
That
do their bidding for them!
The
owner’s outside appearance
Seems
as asleep and peaceful
As
a Charles Perrault character
But
they’re not asleep
And
Their
actions or inactions
Have
nothing
To
do with the word, “beauty!”
After
a few decades
Of
Working
these kinds of jobs
Your
spirit will be unbreakable
Or
Broken!
For
years I drifted
From
One
dead-end job to another
Like
Richard Kimble
In
“The Fugitive”
I
didn’t stick around long
When
things became too much
My
spirit would not allow it!
Make
enough to survive and write
Was
good enough for me!
Writing
was what I was
Put
here to do
My
commitment
To
the written word
To
the craft of language
Was
all that mattered
So
every day after work
I
would begin
A
night of writing
Bringing
characters to life
Collecting
my thoughts
Like
a child
Collecting
their toys!
Looking
back
I
remember the truly good people
I’ve
worked side by side with
And
I
remember the bad!
I
see how fast it’s all gone by
Like
trains I now hear
Running
in the distance
Outside
my window
Their
sounds disappear
Into
the darkness of night
Like
I soon will do
Falling
asleep
While
lost in the thoughts
Of
Today
and the days gone by!
From
my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave
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