Progressive Life, Lyric
Cherub like, cherry- cheeked, bright robust smiles,
Then a lad or a maid sun drenched and mild.
Maturing in fashion and expertise,
From every clock-tick their lucre they squeeze.
Bent on piles of fortune, happiness buy;
Their very own heaven’s stairway contrived.
Mortgages locked in, lashed to high leases;
wealth is a burden the more it increases
Not one cent escape where misers reside,
channeled to those so counting occupied.
Comes the days of looking their part— a toad,
Eyes dull, cheeks wan, frowns so long and so broad.
The happiest mortals and full of mirth,
Are the thankful souls to draw their next breath.
16 November 2018