Decisions are being made all the time by those at the top,
Tomorrow there is a futuristic twist and so we are appalled
By the rough work, so hard to decipher.
Decide now when to harshly criticize, when to wonder
At those who ponder and upset no longer.
The wonderful employment of a man in matrimony
Has just begun, his wife needs to decipher his face.
The arrival of a daughter can send happiness to the heart,
Mighty blows from hands of divinity are making her function.
The decisions from the top big men
Make a man of fatherhood almost weep at his wages,
To let his daughter have a private school
And not let himself regard the safety of his wife.
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