The proud man feels a deep disdain
For those whose life has not seen gain
He feels he’s made his own great pile
From his own talent and his guile
Yet vulnerable to ills and pains
Are all humans and their gains.
No-one is in full control
Of themself or earth or soul.
And why despise a humble man
Who works as hard as any can?
In a coal mine or the docks
Tending goats and sheep in flocks.
Remember Job and how he fell?
None’s immune though he feel well.
At least treat all with some respect
Even those in tatters decked.
How my heart sings 