A Prosecutor Says Goodbye

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A Prosecutor Says Goodbye…..

Never look back and never second guess
Being a prosecutor.
No money flow or
Trough of dough
Could have ever brought this sense of satisfaction and contentment
That I feel here at my desk on this, my last day.

Bad people deserve to face a bad ass in court and
Being that bad ass occasionally, that bully on the courtroom block,
Has enriched my life in ways that don’t defy description.
Rather, they beg description but I’ll hold off.
Only for now.

Later, instead of running to court , preparing for trial or crafting a plea,
I’ll reflect, pen to paper, for the good of others,
Young, like yourself;
Intelligent and full of ambition.
Hopefully, my scribblings will give you some direction
Grounded in experience.

‘Til then, you deserve to know that I count you a friend
And not an associate in the violent battle that we’ve fought here together.
We know why we’ve done it; someow others don’t.
It was the same way in ‘Nam.

Without hesitation or equivocation,
From my Mexican mountaintop, aging and balding,
I’ll urge you on to stay the course because
It’s honorable: It’s rewarding, so
Do more of it. Keep protecting the good people .

Finally, I thank you, the cowboys
For being able to watch you ride high.
Bareback, but with your legal spurs flying.

And you, the teachers among us, the pencil heads,
For the lessons you have taught me.
The jokesters, serious but only underneath it all,
For the laughs that will echo in my head forever…..
Eventually in Spanish.

And you, the listeners too
For hearing me out day to day.
Often bore ass long
On the subject of justice or the lack thereof
Here in Delaware.

Each of you, in your own unique way,
Makes all of this a worthwhile venture.
(I prefer a venture to a profession)

Now, I am to be retired,
“Soon to be met in trim gardens
I will come to be known by my vacant face
And careless gesture
At no fixed pace; no settled purpose
I will likely walk only about, not to and from.”

But know this and know it well.
No matter what, I will never forget all of you
And the good that you do.
Not ever.

Story ID:	3254
Written by:	jim rambo (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Musings, Essays and Such
Location:	Wilmington Delaware U.S.A.
Year:	2005
Person:	Me