Ther' ain't no use in all this strife, <br />An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life. <br />I don't believe in goin' too fast <br />To see what kind o' road you've passed. <br />It ain't no mortal kind o' good, <br />'N' I would n't hurry ef I could. <br />I like to jest go joggin' 'long, <br />To limber up my soul with song; <br />To stop awhile 'n' chat the men, <br />'N' drink some cider now an' then. <br />Do' want no boss a-standin' by <br />To see me work; I allus try <br />To do my dooty right straight up, <br />An' earn what fills my plate an' cup. <br />An' ez fur boss, I'll be my own, <br />I like to jest be let alone, <br />To plough my strip an' tend my bees, <br />An' do jest like I doggoned please. <br />My head's all right, an' my heart's meller, <br />But I'm a easy-goin' feller.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-easy-goin-feller/
