When I wax philosophical
I ponder things celestial
then sink to things terrestrial
of animal and mineral
and acquiring wealth in general.
I think of many wiles and ways
and dream of pioneering days
when men were brave and strong and dashing
and didn’t mind some ‘bundu’ bashing -
stood together young and old
feet in the river, panning for gold.
Alluvial gold was their reward
and even though the life was hard,
at night they lay by the fire
their hearts were blazing with desire.
They dreamed of riches, wealth untold,
amassed in bags of alluvial gold.
Tthose careless days have come and gone
when games were played and bets were won.
I see the writing on the wall
in neon letters ten feet tall -
uncompromising letters say,
Go out and get a job today!