What I Call An Aging Maturity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There comes a point in everyone's life when they reach
what I call an aging maturity, having done things in
younger days to cheat, ignore, treat others like they
don't matter at all.

Especially the last ten or so years where people have
started making inane rules at the corporate levels,
people having worked for years, loyal, dependable,
trustworthy, now being tormented and ridiculed.

Making them quit, that way companies don't have to
give them pensions, raises, nothing, these shallow
selfish people hurt their own employees and don't
even think twice about it.

When reaching an aging maturity they will think back
over their lives and remember with shame what they've
done to hardworking, loyal dependable workers, at the
time never giving a thought to how they will live.

Yes, when reaching an aging maturity, it definitely
will come back to haunt them, but by then it will be
too late for they've gone against morals and ethics
for the accumulation of money and power.

Now having to pay as their memories replay the cruelty
they have done to others, wouldn't want to be them, I'm
not perfect, but at least I've never done others wrongs
like that.