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On The Road Of Rocks To The School Of Hard Knocks
The road is full of holes and rocks.
On the road to the School of Hard Knocks.
I got a masters degree,
From a man I called Simon Legree.
This tyrant could slow time and kill clocks.
I took Greed 101 at the School of Hard Knocks.
So I apprenticed and became a stooge,
For another miser named Ebeneezer Scrooge.
For Christmas he gave the Cratchets rocks.
And I got another degree from the School of Hard Knocks.
No more slaving for tyrants, on my road of rocks.
This way, that way, the tyrant blocks.
The tyrant is adept at delivering shocks.
The textile workers are sewing clothes and socks.
Cooks and bakers are soiling their smocks.
Accountants scrimp and study shares and stocks.
Shepherds watch over their flocks.
Workers work hard and long at the docks.
Children are tugging at Mothers' frocks.
All of humanity are watching their clocks.
Their heads are all on chopping blocks.
All God's people await, hoping God unlocks,
The elevation of humanity,
On the road of Rocks to the School of Hard Knocks.
He's a sage.
He's a learner.
He's a seeker,
And a yearner.
He served in the Royal Navy,
His heart is in the Sea.
Music and travel also have their place,
But he's really for family.
He's a simple man,
Of such complexity.
And he always exudes,
Frivolity with dignity.
He's learned much,
Since being caught,
In a juxtapostion.
While on top,
He still gets lost,
In his photography.
But if there's a chance,
To do what he want's to do,
Rich will be out,
On the beautiful Big Blue.
This poem was inspired by
and written by my buddy richtwf!
God bless your great heart brotherman Rich.
try some of these by my brother Rich: