Lies there on the floor,
We’re all so educated,
We think we need it no more.
It’s full of old sayings
From people long ago,
But they are all dead now,
What could they know?
So we all step around it,
There on the floor,
Cause we’re smart and witty,
And need it no more.
We cry about our lives,
And things just aren’t right,
And there on the floor,
Is a book filled with might.
We tend to over look it,
Cause it’s crusted and old,
When you look at it close,
I think it’s got mold.
Nobody reads it,
To hear what it says,
For the people who wrote it,
Hell they’re all dead.
We think of our ancestors,
For they had it good,
Yet, they wrote the book,
For they understood. ©
George Henry Nichols
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