Old Timer's Ethic: A Short Poem
I got no change in my pocket.
I'm hardly makin' my wage.
Barack is the president,
and people are fightin' for change.
But no, I won't take no welfare,
I wouldn't take a dollar or a dime.
I'll walk a hundred miles
with these two good legs of mine.
Just for a job,
twenty bucks on the day.
I'll work twice as hard as any man
for only half the pay.
No, I won't take your food card.
I wouldn't take my brothers bread.
I'll walk a hundred miles
just to feed you, friend.
I'll skip half my meals
and take a cut in pay.
I'll pick and plow
and rake the leaves
just to survive this age.
But no, I won't take your welfare
If you need it that's fine,
but how could I,
with these two good legs of mine?
So let me feed you friend,
with my blood and sweat and tears.
I've fed my family off this back
for eighty-seven years.
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