HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

With the downfall of dictators in Africa and the Near East it is an apt time to reread "The Man With the Hoe" posted much earlier on this site.

Here is another paean to the downtrodden everyman. It's from the lyrics of a song sung by Joan Blondell in the film, "Gold Diggers 1933".

MY FORGOTTEN MAN

I don't know if he deserves a bit of sympathy,
Forget your sympathy, that's all right with me.
I was satisfied to drift along from day to day,
Till they came and took my man away.
Remember my forgotten man,

You put a rifle in his hand;
You sent him far away,
You shouted, "Hip, hooray!"
But look at him today!
Remember my forgotten man,


You had him cultivate the land;
He walked behind the plow,
The sweat fell from his brow,
But look at him right now!


And once, he used to love me,
I was happy then;
He used to take care of me,
Won't you bring him back again?
'Cause ever since the world began,
A woman's got to have a man;
Forgetting him, you see,
Means you're forgetting me
Like my forgotten man.

Charity Begins at Home

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TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

THINK that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Catholic Church: Good or Bad?

Catholic Church: Good or Bad?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fN3zDtfivc

You decide.