' Hole My Father Dug' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Why is the hole that my father dug
worth more when it's being dug today?
It still is the same size from what I've seen
and the same amount of dirt they haul away!
Why does it cost more to dig one?
or possibly even two?
Why didn't my father make more money digging his?
then the amount they're now paying you?
Was greed that drove the cost of it
up, up and far out of sight.
But your pay received is really less
given to those union's you've hired to fight!
So dig you fool, dig away!
You're not really getting anywhere.
For life's balance and measured holes you dig
are really never going to get you anywhere!
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