Man Who Doesn’t Ash His Walk

       

I will sing a little song,

      And it won’t be very long,

All about the meanest man in town,

      ‘Tis about the lazy gawk,

      Who will never ash his walk,

While he sees the aged people slipping down.

      But you wait till by and by,

      When this hoodoo comes to die,

He will go to lower regions I’m a fear,

      And the ashes of his rack,

      Will be spread on Sheol’s track,

Just because he didn’t ash his walk up here.

Jan. 18, ‘96

Pub. in The B. Courier

Jan. 26, ‘96