Opportunity
Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3785 reads)
Because I ply a pawky pen
Because I ply a pawky pen
And rhyme's a bonny trade,
I pity brother minstrel men
Who fail to make the grade.
Because a lucky lot I drew
And live in lyric France,
I'm sorry for the fellows who
Have never had a chance.A pasty shambler of the slums
I might as well have been,
My lips of music stricken dumb
By duties dark and mean.
E'vn had I been a Burns or Keats,
With pallid brats to cling,
How could I from the sordid streets
have had a heart to sing?They say that Opportunity
Knocks once on every door:
I question it - although for me
It's tapped a-many more.
It oft' forgets, and that is why
I cry: "For pity's sake,
God help the guys as good as I
Who never-get a-break".
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