Honest Day's Work Poem by Kevin Patrick

If God was a man
He would portray beggar
Fetching employment
As a salesmen shoe shiner
On every hour for the day
Collecting quarters for every dollars
So that he could properly spend
A working income in a restaurant
Eating corn beef on a plastic plates
With macaroni as the extra
And if anyone saw him they would scoff
To think beneath the rags and grime
Was a lord of light of virtues love
Prospering with indivisible wealth
To touch and sense life's great breath
And they would hide their children eyes
To cover the king of meekness pride
Substituting material needs
With the bare bones of his own creed
And he will leave the biggest tip
To pay off what's left off his cheque
So that he could rightly say
"I spent my life on an honest day's work"