Poetry

How Much is Enough

By Doyle Cockriel

How much is enough?
I'd really like to know.
How rich must you be
before you leave me alone?
I've paid for your mistakes
and I've paid your taxes too,
and I wonder how much more
you'll take before you're through.

I've stood by and watched
my wages go to hell,
while the yuppies buy those cars
that the Japanese sell.

It really makes me wonder
what the future's gonna be
I just hope there's somethin' left
for a workin' man like me.

How I long for the way
that life used to be,
when a man can find a job
and support his family.

But the rich keep getting richer
and the poor barely survive,
and I'm squeezed here in the middle
trying to keep my dreams alive.

I've stood by and watched this country go to hell, from the greed and the drugs and those crooked S&Ls.;

It really makes me wonder
what the future's gonna be.
But it looks a little grim
for a workin' man like me.