Bernard Barclay Poet Narrative

Why Should I Give You a Dollar

A man came up to me at the railway station
and yelled at me "give me a dollar"
I yelled back "No"

Taking a seat beside the track
he came up and pretended 
to be a different person

asking "why didn't you give that man a dollar"
I replied "I got up this mornng at five thirty
I've worked a double shift, it's now ten o'clock at night

I'm going home, I've got a mortgage 
and lots of other problems, 
why should I give him a dollar,

I've worked hard for my wage
why can't he work hard for his
kids sit on unemployment benefits

they lie to get more money
surely they could get a job
and earn a wage to be proud of themselves 

with a job come's self respect,
with a job come's your parents respect, 
with a job you don't have to ask for my dollar".

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Samiha Zubair October 13, 2015 at 10:24 AM Food for thought mixed with pleasure.

Skat A September 9, 2015 at 2:23 PM Bernard, thank you for sharing. A pleasure to read... SKAT

Mark Woods August 30, 2015 at 2:01 PM I like the message in this poem. Well told. You might need to run the spell check on this (mortgage). : ) Nice write