Different Day

T'was a different day,
When I was a kid.
That prideful stuff,
Was always hid.

It was never shown,
In the walk of the world.
And the slur on the lip,
Was never curled.

Up to your shoulder,
No other could see.
That you could be thinking,
You were better...than he.

To cheat your brother,
Was a terrible shame.
And to treat him dishonorably,
Would blacken your name.

T'is a different world,
Now that I'm grown.
The chaff things of life,
Are sodden and sown.


E.P. 1908 - 1989