Song of a Poor Man 2

SONG OF A POOR MAN 2 Give me a chair And Let me sit in your midst And praise poverty and want The Face of a poor man Stays all crumpled up By Reason of the hunger and thirst Which are in his stomach........ Tell my neighbours to Work not me My bones are weary of The pains My children, relax at home and feast Every good thing must surely come Give me mat to lie I work no more like an elephant But sit and Wait for the food to Come I was not made to kill my self but to Wait on the lucky green side Of the world Where food must come to my table I will fold my hands and watch I am too old to toll and labour Work is for the youths My children is where my hope lies