For over sixty years
I worked for pay
The first years and the
last years
were only part-time work
but they were the best
In them I made real money
Not the invisible money
that goes directly into a
bank
or multiplies in the dark
of a pension hoard
but real hard money
Cash on the spot
Ready to exchange
for a cold drink
on a hot and hazy day
or a gallon of gas
to take me beyond the
limits
There was such
satisfaction
standing there, hands held
out
as a supplicant ready
to accept the host
of communion, receiving
the daily bread
As I prepare
for my last pay
I hold me hands ready
in Eucharistic pose
and pray, “Give me this
day…”
John Robert McFarland
“I can’t help but wonder
where I’m bound, where I’m bound…” Tom Paxton
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