I am a retired risk manager that has had a tumultuous if not always successful, career. This challenging experience over almost five decades has provided a unique and well articulated perspective. The old saying that if it does not kill you it will make you stronger applies. That crucible served to prepare me for times such as these.
Tired of endless travel and having the answers no one would implement for improvement I chose to retire. To stay active I took a part time as a cashier at Home Depot. That became the genesis for my writing. People with difficult lives living them in an extraordinary manner.
What has been written was written through but not by me. I have be never written a line of poetry in my life. The Ode is a 2500 quatrain poem about working at Depot and much more.
The author and owner of this work is my Lord. Hew brought me into His Kingdom one night by literally pulling my congenitally short leg to a proper and matching length. I have never recovered. Why He had and chose me to do this remains a complete mystery and for what equally so. I am but His Steward and humbly so.
Ode to the Front End
2500 quatrains about life and times at Depot. As a part time cashier returning home from work a little ditty entered my mind set from a short poem written by the defenders of Bataan. It was titled Battling Bastards of Bataan written by Frank Hewlett bureau chief at Manila when Japan attacked. He is credited with the following short poem. “…We are the battling bastards of Bataan No aunts, no uncles, no nephews, no nieces. No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces and nobody gives a damn.”
I used the last piece as a tag line that appears throughout each stanza and quatrain. Initially the poem was to have been a page or two and then be shared with employees for a good laugh. Little did I know the Lord had other plans that turned this project into the work that follows. Doing the writing used every ounce of my limited intellectual and creative ability. At times I was almost driven to keep going when exhaustion had overcome effort. When stopping late at night and early morning I collapsed in bed unable to even move.
The work has curb appeal. Home Depot is a household name throughout the United States. It reflects the good and bad and dark and light in America. Anyone that comes across this title will have their curiosity piqued.
The book is unique. A 2,500 plus quatrain poem. Are you serious? The Lord revealed to me one night why this format. He asked me to pick a quatrain and read it. I did. He then asked could I write a narrative expanding it. I said yes. For some could I write a chapter or even a book and I said yes. He then said exactly. That writing encompassing all the quatrains would exceed 10,000 pages. Why he chose me to be His conduit for this project I will never know and trust me I resisted Him just as much as Moses back in the day.
Who is the audience? Everyone. No matter who you are or where you are or even what you are there is a lot in this work for you. Warning, it is not always easy reading. The poem runs from humor of various types to specification applications of humans struggling to callous corporate indifference and most anything in between. A preacher can find many opportunities to make a sermon. A reader looking for a laugh will be well served. An investment banker will find some of the quatrains a major source of disbelief if not heart burn. Just look at the cover.