Even though with age his hair is grey,
He will have to stand alone
To meet his written page.
He may have health and wealth today
And friends, too, by the score,
No matter what his color be,
Whether white, red, black or brown,
Tomorrow bad luck may knock
At his kitchen door.
Just look this wide world over,
At the money that is ill-spent,
All the poor could have a home
And no one miss a cent.
So help the poor and needy
As you travel on your way,
Remember, when you leave this earth
The Lord will give you pay.
Read about the sheep and goats
That were on His right and left;
The sheep are Mine, He said,
They help us with all their might.
To have these words said unto us all,
What hope, what joy and mirth
You will live with me forever more
For what you did on earth.
The Plains Poems in Kansas