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Humbleness
Who gives these men diamond rings
silver braclets, gold and things
while I work to till what grows,
and pull weeds amid the rows?
And who gives these men silk and pearls,
and the mighty riches of this world
while I burn my skin in the field
and blister my hands to make it yield?
They who, until the yeild has passed,
sit lazily down upon their ass,
with gloves of white in the parlor
looking down their nose at men of color.
Oh, I may not have a cash of gold.
Nor do I worldly riches hold.
But what have is faith and caring,
a love for life, and sharing.
Yes, I may not have a diamond ring,
gold, pearls, or a single thing.
But of all the riches far untold,
what I have I would rather hold.
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