Groping in the half-light
With nothing on the ball:
Half an education
Is worse than none at all.
See the worker digging
In his muddy ditch?
He is quite contented–
Which is better, which?
Wish I were a magnate
And owned a swimming pool;
Half an education,
So I but wish and drool.
Never worse nor better–
Always in between;
Looking for the pastures
Far away and green;
Always I’m lamenting;
This my private Hell.
Have you any children?
Educate them well.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 23, 1943
