From the American poet Cornelius Eady, a poem about those who have and those who want.
Money Won’t Change It (but time will take you on)
You’re rich, lady, hissed the young woman at
My mother as she bent in her garden.
Look at what you’ve got, and it was
Too much, the collards and tomatoes,
A man, however lousy, taking care
of the bills.
This was the reason for the early deaths
My mother was to find from that point on,
Turned dirt and the mock of roots,
Until finally, she gave her garden up.
You can’t have nothing, she tells us,
Is the motto of our neighborhood,
These modest houses
That won’t give an inch.
~ Cornelius Eady
From Autobiography of a Jukebox, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1997
Online source here.
Money Won’t Change It (but time will take you on)
You’re rich, lady, hissed the young woman at
My mother as she bent in her garden.
Look at what you’ve got, and it was
Too much, the collards and tomatoes,
A man, however lousy, taking care
of the bills.
This was the reason for the early deaths
My mother was to find from that point on,
Turned dirt and the mock of roots,
Until finally, she gave her garden up.
You can’t have nothing, she tells us,
Is the motto of our neighborhood,
These modest houses
That won’t give an inch.
~ Cornelius Eady
From Autobiography of a Jukebox, Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1997
Online source here.
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Date: 2011-04-07 03:38 am (UTC)