Dinner Plate
Just walking all around
Not sure where im bound
Don't know , I just might even be in the lost and found
A hint of silence falls over the land
Who is that trying to rule me with with an iron hand
Speaking like your someone , better than me .
What might you be doing when you think no one can see
I won't be standing alone in that welfare line.
Your one of them saying they know what's best for me and mine
Taking away my little piece of sunshine
With the mighty shadow you think you cast.
Be careful cause each word may be the last
Look around what is it you think you see
Another way take my money from me.
That's just the way that it always seems to go
Working hard all our life's and we have nothing to show.
One day or maybe a lot more
People will start get tired of walking the floor
Never sure of what might come at us tomorrow.
Chances are , Another day with no money to beg or even borrow
You know there will be a bit of sorrow.
One day , maybe a few more
Won't even have that floor
We done all been kicked out our own door
Yep . Just here Walking walking all Round.
Home isn't , in that lost and found.
Maybe I might be just a little vain.
But I never did get to ride that gravy train.
I must hurry on now for I am late
Cant ride the gravy train when it's on my dinner plate
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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