Daze 7
Man of the Hour
There was a fellow
Who lived on the streets
He was poor as can be
A beggar was he
His whole life
He lived in rags
Not a cent to his name
For everything he got, he begged
While searching for food
He came upon a baby crying
He picked it up,
And searched for it's mother and father
To his luck
Which he just found
Or so he thought
The parents were really loaded
He gave them their child
And then celebration did break out
For he was honored and called
The man of the hour
They knew he was a bum
So they took him in
And he was mighty happy
A bum no more
They gave him all he wanted
And so much more
He was confused with this life
So he took all he could
Life was grand
Like a prince was he
Meals always at hand
Bed as soft as can be
He found the life
But forgot the old
And the others like him on the streets
He was respected
And looked upon as a hero
But he became greedy
And continued to want more
By no time at all
He was selfish as can be
Corrupted by endless want
The money
Now the family
Could stand him no more
For he was stealing
What was not given
The man of the hour
Was thrown right out
With nothing but the rags he had.
Copyright 2000 Joe S. Lee