“Bully U...”
I met this guy who thinks he’s won,
Now working days are almost done;
He preyed on “weak” (good-hearted) folks
With sticks stuck in revolving spokes.He seems to be an upright man –
Quite competent, successful, and
He seems to strut his expertise
To gallery – “See how I fleeced –Old such and such, and then there’s Sam,
Or George – you see, I am ‘The Man’.
You are no man; you’ve not grown up
From days on playground, acting tough.One day in school, my son came home
All teary-eyed – some bully’d blown
Him from a game, “No weaklings here –
And sucky-like you do appear”.I smiled and said, “Take longer view –
You’ve got a brain; he is a fool
With muscle, yes, and chutzpah strong;
It seems he’s right, and yet he’s wrong –“The world has changed – few jobs for him –
Just for the brains – that’s who will win –
So let him have his little day –
Two decades hence he’ll have no pay –“While you will soar, if soar you wish;
The challenge then (I’ll be remiss
If I don’t mention this, my son),
Is how to help him when you’ve won.“It’s not his fault the world has changed;
It needs less brawn, and much more brain;
So all must work ’till all is done;
’Till we all win, then no-one’s won.”You taught me one more lesson, sir –
That bullies don’t to age defer –
Once school work’s done, all go to work,
Some older guys appear as jerks –Who prey on tender-hearted folks
Who deal with kindness, and the blokes
Who choose to in their lives be nice,
Play fair, be upright, do what’s right.I don’t pretend to know your goal –
You left this latest guy less whole
Than when you found him, but know this –
He’s grown a lot since Judas’ kiss.navigation