Grass Cutters

From morn are at work the grass cutters Clearing the weeds to make way for men In the wind I catch their mumbled chatters Of lives deemed wasted in no gain. Had my parents had enough money I would not have been here cutting grass But worked at some big company Earn enough to live with full purse. But you know I can’t blame them They had to spend last bit on food Fended for years gave me a name Saw that I grew up to manhood. As soon was born some sense in me The feel to realize my debt I searched for way to earn some money And here I am with my fate. But now I know must do my best In the hope that only matters To see his life doesn’t go waste My son becomes never a grass cutter.