I stride and stumble through the rutted lane,And a kind heart saves me when I fall again.
With no thanks and gratitude in return,
I hurry again, for I have another penny to earn.
A weeping child then pleads for bread,
With gloomy eyes that speak words unsaid.
But I hasten ahead with no concern,
Oh, let me rush, I have another penny to earn.
My heart knows no love and knows no care,
It knows no sorrow and what's despair.
Thousands cry and millions yearn,
But I have another penny to earn.
The sun still shines and casts it's glare,
But I have no time to stand and stare,
At violets that nod through the flowering fern,
Coz I still have another penny to earn.
The saints and scholars preach words so wise,
But they seem trifle, I surmise.
There are so many lessons that I need to learn,
But today I have another penny to earn.
Oh God, My life has withered away,
I repent and regret with great dismay.
Bliss and joy I failed to discern,
Since I always had another penny to earn.
