fifty years & other poems by james weldon johnson author of
fifty years & other poems by james weldon johnson author of
fifty years & other poems by james weldon johnson author of
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"LAZY"<br />
In the ground a box <strong>of</strong> gold,<br />
Down deep in the ground a box <strong>of</strong> gold.<br />
He hid his gold,<br />
As has been told,<br />
He remembered that he did it;<br />
But sad to say,<br />
On the very next day,<br />
He forgot just where he hid it:<br />
To find his gold he tried and tried<br />
Till he grew faint and sick, and died.<br />
Then on each dark and gloomy night<br />
A form in phosphorescent white,<br />
A genuine hair-raising sight,<br />
Would wander through the town.<br />
And as it slowly roamed around,<br />
With a spade it dug each foot <strong>of</strong> ground;<br />
So the folks about<br />
Said there was no doubt<br />
'Twas the ghost <strong>of</strong> Deacon Brown.<br />
Around the church<br />
This Ghost would search,<br />
And whenever it would see<br />
The passers-<strong>by</strong><br />
Take wings and fly<br />
It would laugh in ghostly glee,<br />
Hee, hee!--it would laugh in ghostly glee.<br />
And so the town<br />
Went quickly down,<br />
For they said that it was haunted;<br />
And doors and gates,<br />
So the story states,<br />
Bore a notice, "Tenants wanted."<br />
And the town is now for let,<br />
But the ghost is digging yet.<br />
Some men enjoy the constant strife<br />
Of days with work and worry rife,<br />
But that is not my dream <strong>of</strong> life:<br />
I think such men are crazy.<br />
For me, a life with worries few,<br />
A job <strong>of</strong> nothing much to do,<br />
Just pelf enough to see me through:<br />
I fear that I am lazy.<br />
On winter mornings cold and drear,<br />
When six o'clock alarms I hear,