silver Spooner's and rich kids

 In my early career The labels silver spooner and rich kid were used to describe me. But time has shown these labels didn't apply. After slaving away in thanklessness for 40 years my last employer fired me as a misfit and worn out relic. It was forced retirement of sorts. The cold cruel world had won. I shed a few tears and moved away. Jesus wasn't waiting in the parking lot with a marching band. 

It wasn't all bad, God and Jesus kept a roof over my head and alcohol in the cupboard.