Bring Out Your Dead <br /> <br />bring out your dead, that's what the collector said, <br />in a barrel or a box, with or without a pair of socks, <br />no one shall cry, not interested in where or why <br /> <br />the teacher should never stop learning, <br />young hearts should never stop yearning <br /> <br />Roll up the streets, can't take those rhythmic beats, <br />Shut the city down, the senator is a part time clown, <br />fight the winless fight, keeping low below the light <br /> <br />reaching out to the weary and fallen, <br />hoping you hear them all callin' <br /> <br />I can't remember when I knew just what was going on <br />seems I have lost my connection <br />praying that soon the guilty well be gone <br />it's time to change, my direction <br /> <br />pull your bootstraps up, on the corner with a paper cup, <br />dig deeper down, hold your chin up, refuse to frown, <br />show them all your grit, refusing to ever quit <br /> <br />the schemers will never stop scheming <br />the dreamers should never stop dreaming <br /> <br />Gomer LePoet<br /><br />Gomer LePoet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bring-out-your-dead-2/
