MY DOORSTEP

I’m going to lose my doorstep,
And I don’t mean a lump of bread.
I’m talking about the step outside
The front door, of my homestead.
So I’ve thrown away my donkey stone,
I’ve no more need for that.
The powers that be, have said to me,
“My doorstep must be flat”.
Whatever am I going to do?
When the rain comes pouring in.
My poor home will be flooded
And I can’t bloody swim.
Will I be issued with a boat?
I hope they’ve thought of that.
The powers that be, who’ve said to me,
“My doorstep must be flat”.
Another thing I’ve thought of
When I step outside of my front door.
My legs will expect a downward plunge
Before they hit the floor.
So if I fall and break my leg,
What will they say to that?
The powers that be, who’ve said to me,
“My doorstep must be flat”.

By

Alfred Weston
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