Western Walkabout: It Never Ceases To Amaze Me
Richard Harris's poem expresses an abundance of gratitude.
It never ceases to amaze me
How predictable you are
You cannot pass a pretty face
Or latest model car.
A designer suit you’ve got to have
A digital TV
You don’t wear the suit or watch the box –
Not when you live like me.
You dine out nearly every night
I know where you’ll always be –
Sienna’s, Spaghi’s or, guess what,
The free soup at the Capri
Will draw you like a hungry moth
Towards an eternal flame.
I know you love the life you lead
Just running, wild and free.
You’ve let yourself go off to seed
More or less permanently.
I can’t believe how much you spend
Never doing a tap of work
Where oh where will all this end?
Are there no tasks for you to shirk?
Get down upon your knees, my friend
And pray to gracious God
For bringing you to this new land
From England’s colder sod.
Your hand put in that banker’s chest
Be profuse with charity
That even you may achieve God’s grace
It never ceases to amaze me.
