It’s all right for you with your
Well made nice clothes and performance car parked out on the road
You don’t have worries things don’t affect you
Your lucky and ‘jammy’ and ‘oh good old you’
These claims have been laid at many who’ve surprisingly
Started with nothing and received no financial gifts
Who rely on hard effort and perhaps a little risk?
I wonder if those who spout on with these claims
Would work the long hours and cope with the strain, if they
Had a young family who they adored and wanted the best and so built a career?
Conclusion they put no effort in at all, instead they expect
A leg up for free and short hours of toil, they rather favour leisure
Time and mocking those doing well by not wasting their time
In some old drinking hole!
Copyright © 2007 Ray Feasey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem