It's Not Always Pay Dirt Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

For every walk of life it's true.. Every job the work we do..
It's not always pay dirt.. In spring the farmer plant and sow..
What harvest reap, he never know.. It's not always pay dirt..
The housewife in the kitchen bake.. Muffins, pies and donuts make..
It's not always pay dirt.. The miner scrape and dig the coal..
And sometimes cave ins take the toll.. It's not always pay dirt..
Prospectors young, prospectors old, forever searching vein of
gold.. It's not always pay dirt.. In cards we win, in cards we lose..
The deal we get, we do not choose.. It's not always pay dirt..
You see a man with a Cadillac, and you must drive a rick a rack..
It's not always pay dirt.. You see a man in a limousine, beside
him sits a pretty Queen.. It's not always pay dirt..
So you do see, what e'er the race, it's for each of us our task
to face.. It's not always pay dirt..