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Susan K. Rowse

New Age Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard went to the market
For her dog and she to fetch...
The best she could do for her and Old Blue,
With her Social Security check.
Was to come away with the buy of the day...
A case of horse mutton and grease...
For she and Old Blue would partake of this too,
To leave just enough cash for the lease.
Her check could not buy but a piece of the pie...
Though appetites longed for the taste ,
Of real food for once with buds that did jump...
Desires for a steak with no waste.
For that would be gone with the small bit of bone,
And Old Blue would sit up and bark.
And shake paws for you and leave not a clue...
Their voices as those of a Lark.
For a proud one was she who never could be,
Humbled for the sake of a warm...
Meal now and then that would have been,
Given for charity's sake..but then..
What the heck...write her a check.
Give your poor heart a brake...
For she is to you...what she is to Blue,
A spirit with charity...who,
Gives of herself and tightens her belt...
And thinks of others like you.
Who gave of themselves as she did one time,
When money did flow with the wind.
She gave and she gave till there came the day,
Her time to take ,did transcend...
The ages of time and endings that rhyme.
For checks and for hunger, she too...
Would long for the days when checks often paid.
For food for she...and Old Blue.