One Hell of a Ride
He sat on the train in deep contemplation.
Unfaithful to his wife; giving in to temptation.
For so many he had wronged; regret washing over.
Bruises on his children and wife, her makeup to cover.
Embezzlement, fraud and flat out stealing;
widows he had robbed through financial dealings.
He would go to counseling if that 's what it took.
Dote on his family, even read the "Good Book."
Pay back all those whom he had cheated.
Do his time, no matter, just forgiveness he needed.
He stopped the conductor and pleaded with such haste,
"I have to get off at the next stop." "I've no time to waste."
The conductor with a laugh and fire in his eyes, yelled,
" This is the "Long Black Train" son!" "The next stop is Hell!"
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