Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Now I Am Free

A man,

Shackled and toiling in the hot summer sun

Looks upon the great work he has done and feels nothing


This man,

Works his whole life to pay a debt

Dropped onto him upon birth

Like original sin


That man,

Sweating and working and wasting away in the broiling heat

Sows his last seeds

Lays his last bricks

Shines his last shoes

To earn back money he never spent

To cover a balance he never owed


An old man,

Buys some hard earned land with his hard earned cash

To finally build a home of his own


This old man,

Planned to build his house by hand,

Brick by brick

Planned to grow his own food

Furrow by furrow

Planned to shine his own shoes to like new

Shoe by shoe


That old man,

Too old to build his own home

Or grow his own food

Or shine his own shoes

Exhausted from his lifetime of hard work

Lays down on the empty dirt plot of land he bought

And with a tear in his eye, he whispered to the earth,

“I will never lay another brick, even to build my own home

“I will never sow another seed, even to feed my own hunger

“I will never shine my own shoes, even to look out on all I have done and be proud

“I can no longer do these things I love for myself

“After a lifetime of doing them for someone else

“But at least,

“Now I am free.”