Looking hard to find the treat
Of living well
Just making ends meet
Mice and rocking chairs squeak
Anchored far from North
With a need to survey
Our condition to sally forth
A meeting's called
Report read
Watching your mate
What's in their head
"The Night They Drove Ole Dixie Down"
"Take what you need and leave the rest"
We lost more than face
When they took the very best
Old wounds heal slowly
But slow healing is best
Your heart flutters
Civil War was/is a mess
We smile
As the pigeons fly
They're good to eat
We still get by.
Dirt Poor and stuck
We show no defeat
There's pride in our work
Every day of the week
Thank you both for tempting me to "push the envelope."
