My pappy was a rough and a serious man, <br />Up in the morning ‘fore six a.m., <br />Out to the barn and we mustn’t play, <br />Feed the cows and the horses hay, <br />Get the chores and the milking done <br />Before the dawn and the rising sun. <br />Never a thanks or the thought of pay- <br />I didn’t mind, it was just his way. <br />Some pappys laugh and horse around <br />But I had respect for that hard-working man, <br />Who could barely read or write his name, <br />And he made sure I wouldn’t be the same. <br />His lack of learning always made him sad, <br />So he gave me all that he’d never had. <br />Yes, he gave me all that he’d never had. <br /> <br />Now I went to college and I earned my way, <br />Sure I’d make that education pay. <br />According to some it was no loss <br />For I became a corporation boss. <br />Now I have a wife and a couple of teens, <br />A great big house and a limousine. <br />My kids have never been like me, <br />They have plenty of money and time to run free. <br />No kid of mine need bend his back <br />Or heft a load to earn his tack. <br />They weren’t raised like my old man, <br />To dig in the dirt or live off the land. <br />I gave them all that we’d never had <br />And that’s the reason why they turned out bad. <br />Yes, that’s the reason why they turned out bad. <br /> <br />This poem was written as a bluegrass song.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/legacy-30/
