And Joseph was thirty years old when he stood before Pharaoh the king of Egypt
When I was thirty years old,
I had overcome nothing.
It was two years before the end of the world.
It was well into the American Experiment.
I hadn’t discovered Egypt, yet.
When I was thirty years old
I had no pieces of paper claiming
I had accomplished anything.
The leader did not give me his ring.
The leader did not know my name.
When I was thirty years old, my empire
had already started to crumble.
I’d written more apology letters than Pharaoh.
The grain silos were empty.
When I was thirty years old,
I lived from loaf of bread to loaf of bread.
I was lucky to have one of those.
My ego was second to none.
When Joseph was thirty years old
he’d already saved the empire.
The daughter of his former captors
rained down on him like a spouse.
When Joseph was thirty years old
he literally had the keys to the kingdom.
He set us up good in a foreign land
made us forget what it was like to be
home.