In the Night

 

You may wonder what a retired guy who gets to take creative writing classes for fun as a takeover of sorts for the compromise of an earlier life of being responsible enough to make a living got to complain about.

 

Well, listen closely, because when hardly anyone was watching a thief in the night took clean air and its light, left the land like a blight so his pockets felt right.

 

Gleefully walked away for the others to pay. And I just have to say, it ain’t right.