Robber of the Hood
When I
was just
starting my
adult life, first
job after college
with responsibility.
Somehow, I took the
wrong interview, or was
so naive that it clouded
any rational judgement I
should have had regarding
the company where I was going
to work. The man at the top was
a crook, only I was unable to see it.
His Robin Hood act was just that, an act.
Others tried to warn me, but what did
they know? I was going to be happy,
and then they would see how much
their insight was wrong. So, after
two years of struggling through
taking from the poor to give to
the rich I ended without a love,
MY "ROBIN HOOD" WAS NOTHING MORE THAN A
or the will to live. I was a numb, CHARLATAN,
dumb, bum. Yet I was given WHO WAS
a second chance at life. DETERMINED
The Lord moves in TAKE TO
mysterious ways. FROM THE
Life, again! POOR AND
Yes, Me. GIVE ONLY TO HIMSELF. FOOLISH, STILL BELIEVING IN THE MISSION
THAT HE ESPOUSED, I FOUND OUT THE HARD WAY THAT
THE MAN OF THIS SHERWOOD FOREST WAS LIFE'S WAY
OF TELLING ME THAT I KNEW NOTHING OF THE WORLD
AND THOSE WHO WOULD SEE EVERYTHING THROUGH
ROSE COLORED GLASSES. I GAVE THEM MY ALL, ONLY
TO HAVE IT DASHED UPON THE ROCKS OF REALITY
AND TRUTH. THIS WAS THE GIFT HE GAVE TO SO
MANY OF US POOR WORKERS WHO BELIEVED IN
HIS EXOTIC VISIONS, BUT TAUGHT US THE TRUE
MEANING...HIS BEING THE "ROBBER OF THE HOOD"!
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2016
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