A CIGAR [doorboy]

Been on your old feet.
That big front door to keep.
The one with the brass and key.
You come from across the sea.
Your work is the door keep.
Shine the brass, even the key.
Been forty years now doorkeep.
You have been a good- and sweep.
Shine your shoes to see.
'the rich lady's shawl with gloves'.
'the gentleman's hat with gloves'.
Back at the door, ballroom, party fun.
Another years gone, being on the run.
At the end of the year, MASTER, was kind.
Forty years-'a cigar for you'.
Still in the wrapper, 'not two'.

9/24/07 joe Poewhit

JESUS SAVES

JOE POEWHIT

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