Days pass,
They get rolled up like pennies.
Hope rises each morning and works into the night.
What can give us the strength to outlast the darkness 'till the new day bright?
Carp goes fishing when he can.
Never left the water yet without a stinger loaded down.
He hardly ever has seconds at his house though,
But the children at county farm don't go hungry.
Millie prays out loud all the time,
It scares some people, makes them nervous,
A few of them whisper and say ugly things that we all have fell into,
While Millie sleeps in Abraham's bosom each and every night.
Mr. O'Donnel never goes to Church,
(Everyone knows his business would do better if he didn't hire so much riff-raff.)
Yet no one down on their luck has been turned away from his mill,
The bond of a handshake; a pew filled by proxy.
Days pass,
People go on.
How fortunate are we to breathe the same air as
Such people as these that roll up pennies and deposit gold.
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