DAR'S nuffin' hyar but vanity An' riches an' insanity; De dollah seems to be de people's god. Dar's a heap too many 'Scariots A-ridin' 'roun' in chariots, While de po' man am a-carryin' de hod. Dar's too much haste an' hurryin', An' too much wealth at buryin', An' dis hyar t'ing am gettin' worse and worse, Hit takes all ob de rakin's, De scrimpin's an' de scrapin's To liquidate de 'spenses ob de hearse. Dar's heaps ob care an' worry; Ebberybody's in a hurry, An' de few am growin' richer ebbery day; But de most of us must shovel For de children in de hovel An' silently await de judgment day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEDTIME by FRANCIS ROBERT ST. CLAIR ERSKINE THE WATERFALL by HENRY VAUGHAN OF A FAIR LADY PLAYING WITH A SNAKE by EDMUND WALLER IN MEMORIAM, NINTH OF AB by BEN AVROM ASPIRATIONS: 1 by MATHILDE BLIND |