Some Every Day Complaints

“When I wus young an’ full of hope,

Good chances ‘nough lay in my scope;

But I wus young an’ foolish, so,

Uv course I let ther chances go.”

“Ef I could live my life once more

I’d land upon a better shore.”

We hear complaints like these each day

Frum men dissatisfied alway.

Now I will bet if these same men

Should live their lives right o’er again,

They’d make a durned sight bigger fuss,

An’ like es not, fetch up far wuss.

March 14, ‘91

Note – This poem was crossed out in the original, hand-written collection