Graft

There’s graft in this and graft in that,

     And graft most everywhere;

And were it possible two fear

     They’d be graft in sun and air.

But there are some of life’s estates

     Where graft is needed sore;

Some graft in kindness, by the way,

     The world would welcome more.

Good humor, too, would stand a merge

     Without a costly fine;

And truth would stand some more of graft

     All up and down the line.

So, brothers, in life’s busy whirl,

     Let up a moment please,

And get some kindness, truth and fun,

     And graft in some of these.

March 12, ‘09