A Good Life
From sun up till dark, day after day,
Hard and tiring work, but it was honest pay.
Worked like a dog scratching out a living,
On this old rundown farm where life can be cruel and always unforgiving.
Fighting every element that was ever known to man,
From droughts to blizzards you learn to do the best, the best that you can.
You watch your wife grow old before her time,
Saving every nickel, squeezing every dime.
Your children, always a blessing, as you sit down for your evening meal,
And share their days adventures and reap their love, such an awesome deal.
You hold hands and say grace, and give to God, His justly praise,
For these are unforgettable memories that reward your twilight days.
He thanks the Lord for his wife who stands steadfast by his side,
He knows without her it would all be for naught as he stares at her with pride.
Being poor has its many blessings that some will never see,
The closeness of a family that has known love, God, and poverty.
After supper the children clear the table and do the dishes too,
And paw and maw sit on their old porch and talk about things they need to do.
Then the children join in, and tell stories and sing some old church hymns.
Then it’s off to bed, but not before getting on his knees and giving thanks once more to Him.
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