That Many Their Own Praises
I do not wish to control people I've never hit my wife
And I too have my struggles my struggles in life
But like the pope or the monarch I breathe the same air
And 'tis true hope can be found at the pit of despair.
I did not ask you to tell me of how marvellous you are
Of your recent job promotion and of your brand new car
And your two weeks holiday in a resort by the sea
With your beautiful wife and your young family.
I feel glad to hear that for yourself you've done well
But for a commentary of your achievements I did not ask you to tell
Me of since I do not have success stories of my own to relate
But then suppose those who work hard at it their own success do create.
And I am not one to begrudge you your success
If in your life it brings you some happiness
Yet in an age of self promotion it does seem a sad thing
That many their own praises feel compelled to sing.
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