| Dues | |
| "'Tis No Fun to Be Poor" | |
| "Poor but honest" was the grudging praise describing some in the olden days; of course, if I had a choice to switch, I'd much rather be good and rich-- 'tis no fun to be poor [and I speak feelingly]. Often buy stuff past the best-by date; worrying much that the bills are late; when it's hot no coolth, when cold no heat; never having enough to eat-- 'tis no fun to be poor. Always feel just a little too tense; walk many miles to save a few pence; and ever seeking the cheapest price; always making some sacrifice-- 'tis no fun to be poor. I know full well that others indeed could fairly say I have all I need; compared to some I live like a king; but, nonetheless, I shall yet sing: 'tis no fun to be poor. Life is ephemeral: all must go-- the poet of Widsith tells us so: Eal scaeceth: leoht ond lif somod [l.141-42]. All one day will travel one road; 'tis no fun to be poor; 'tis no fun to be poor. |
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