Sentimental

Sentimental

Being retired for more than two decades, and, as I sit in my special place, gazing out at the receeding long rays of the setting Sun, my thoughts gather a big appetite for all the pleasant times of yore, those moments of my life that I still adore.
They seem to float before my eyes, a life, a wife, a baby boy, and more. A raise, a promotion, money galore, no need to only shop at the corner grocery store!

Yes, I had experienced fame too, big Newspapers carried my name, into special Record Books I came. As I awoke from my mystical bliss, I realized this; how did a young boy of twelve, from a broken family, living in povety, with only a High School education, get to this level that I did trod?

It’s a three letter word that rhymes with yard, I am his workmanship, his masterpiece, if you will, he loves to rescue the lost, lift the poor, to sit on a high hill, all these wonderful acts, cost him dearly, his own sinless body, nailed to a cross.

Note: This is a true story, as written; “They overcame him (Satan) by the blood of the Lamb, and, their testamony". (Revealation 12:11)

Author Ken

January 15, 2019