I may own a sense of duty;
If I do, I haven’t felt it.
Snow that fell upon my sidewalk–
I shall wait on God to melt it.
What of him who slips and busts him
All because I wouldn’t shovel?
Let him sue the God who dropped the
Snow down on my walk and hovel.
If I had a sense ot duty,
On the trackless waste I’d use it;
But I’m rather glad I haven’t–
I’m afraid I might abuse it…..
by Ray Romine Wednesday, March 16, 1949
