Get a Little Dirt On Your Hands
In younger days it seemed so good
Do the right thing as I could
But the years went on
It wasn’t the same just getting along
So blisters from work demands
I got a little dirt on your hands
That’s what they said
Is this something to dread.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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