To Judge By Sweat Poem by Randy McClave

The money that I earn is from my blood and sweat
Never would I want to earn it from sadness or regret,
How could any person believe that it is not a crime
When they take anyone’s last penny, nickel or dime;
Working hard and helping others that is my true ambition
That is why I could never be a lawyer or a politician,
Some people look into the eyes of others to see how they stand
I though will look for the calluses on a person’s hand.

Some people only worry about lining their own pocket
That explain themselves and their true life’s docket,
Then there are some whom want to be seen so they can accuse
How could they know anyone if they never walked in their shoes;
Life is not to be happy, it is meant to be useful and to live well
It is to be compassionate and honorable and not only to buy or sell,
I honor the man who digs the ditch and who works with the plow
I judge him by the clothes he wears, and by the sweat on his brow.

A man that always wears a suit, him I cannot trust
You see him shy away from dirt or mud and even the specks of dust,
But, he is the one that will benefit by the man in the torn jeans
The man who will work and work and support others by his means;
We all are judged by our life and the deeds that we have completed
Not by the people we used and hurt, or lied to and also cheated,
Any man that sweats in the field him I will always admire
I do not trust the man that does not sweat, but who will only perspire.

Randy L. McClave