Blazy Bones Poem by Barry A. Lanier

While others fume and sweat to boil
Scratching and digging for golden spoil
And for what is gold when life is sped
For such times we are long time dead

Long days of worry and constant strife
Such times are not my dreams of life
When in the shade it's ninety-three
No gold out there looks good to me

Content with life and worries few
With jobs of really nothing to do
Slothful times have served me well
For the moment, I've lived to tell