Lyric Legacy

December 61.
my Dad s wages light.
Still on that salary
we, all four, could sleep tight.
Right now if you drank from
that very same well,
you d need a run of luck
to score a bed in a trick hotel.

Is this the legacy of
too much for too few
that I see?
The kind of legacy that s
tossin some good men
to their knees.
The "Great Society s"
maligned concrete cage
sits dead and vacant now -
at least it kept out rain.
With all those corners cut
the cracks grow wide and near.
I heard some cash was saved
but where it s gone ain t clear..

Who goes down next I don t know.
I don t know nothin
anymore.
Tomorrow s legacy that s
layin in state
awaits reprieve.
I always thought that when a man goes down
you do your best to pick him up.
But how can the milk of kindness trickle down
when it s syphoned off and cheats the cup?