Sentimental Ballad of the Have-nots
Last night I got to thinking about how some people never experience life. They never worry, they never fear because they have everything they need. So here’s to the hardworking people in the world living paycheck to paycheck, working day in and day out. Raise your glass to the fuller side of life.
People with their perfect little lives in their perfect little chairs sit in their corner and fade away
while the rest of us set the pace.
We run the race.
Their silver spoons pave their way
while their trust funds wait for a rainy day.
They never learned to barter or trade
all they know is life is made.
Made by what is what I ask?
The dirt on your hands and the sweat on your brow.
Not by the hands that made the plow.
Its made by the hands that pushed the plow and worked the land
and mowed the grass and counted the sand. . .
the sand that fell when their heart gave out,
when their kids ran away
and the earth was in drought.
While you sit around and count with your hands
the sand. . .
on your own islands.
Islands where the Haves have and the Have-nots laugh
because their joy is sweeter
and cry more bitter tears
and fear more fearful fears
and love more deeply than the blood that ties their hearts to land
and their hands to each other.
We all know the real man.
The man’s man’s man.
May the line that divides us never be crossed,
I seize my life
and yours is lost in the corner.