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WE AIN'T GOT LONG TO STAYWriting under the pen name if “Adam Alltop, Azza Archer if Enoch township, penned this loem several years ago. Promi-lent in this county, his death xrcurred about 20 years ago. A ?Opy of the following poem was taved by Harry Smith, which contains much thought in the simple written lines:We knoweth not from whence we came.Nor whither we shall go;We know we live, we know we’ll die.And that is all we know.We cometh up like mushrooms, And passeth thus away;It matters little what we’ve got, For we ain’t got long to stay. God measured out the time to us.And said ’twas about three score;And now and then a husky chap Can run it up to four.He placed us heie upon the earth,Accordin’ to the holy writ;And though our days are very few.There’s no set time for us to quit.You might as welt enjoy today, Cast off your load of sorrow; And, if you feel like grinnin’ now,Don’t wait until tomorrow.No use to wear a graveyard face,You'll wear that bye and bye. Today’s the day fer us to live, There’ll be a time to die.Today’s the day to eat your grub,Don't hesitate to chew *er, Tomorrow, when you're sick a bed,You won’t have strength to do’er.There ain’t no use of starvin’ Just to get some cash to save: And keep an empty feed box. And take it to the grave.There ain’t no use a sittin’,With your chin upon your knee; A lookin’ in the future,When you’re tryin' hard to st/e, Trails and tribulations Ten thousands miles away; You’ll live to see ’em,For you ain’t got long to sta. Now if by chance our overalls. Should wear a mite too thin; And, in discharge of duty.Let the zero weather in—Let bear it kinder patient, Weather out the storm today. And, perhaps, ’twill end the struggle.For we ain’t got long to stay. Just take it kinder easy like. Just let things drift along;If they come right, they’re right If they come wrong, they're wrong,What matters ’about the ups and downs They really “cut no pie,”For every dogonned one of us Will live until we die.And when we get “down at the heel”,And wish that we could die: And begin to look for rough on rats,Or something else to try—Just sorter take it easy,Kinder whistle off your trials, And don’t try to cross the bridges,Wheen they’re off a hundred miles.We’re simply guests upon the earth,We visit here today;Our visit's very, very brief, Tomorrow we go away.How vain is the struggle for riches, •How foolish contention for more;How worthless land and houses, When this little visit’s o'er. Could 1 gain the entire earth, And a quarter of the moon; Could but eat three meals a day,Morning, night and noon, Could but wear one suit 01 clothes,One hat upon my head.I could but have one appetite, One grave, when I was dead. Then what's the use to worry, When we’ve got enough to cat; A place to go at roostin’ time. And socks upon our feet.We bringcth nothing in the world,We taketh not away;We need but little, while we're here,For we ain’t got long to ftay. Oh, what's the use of weepin’, 'Cause you ain't a millionaire: Ah, what’s the use of wearin* Such a sanctimonious air.We might as well enjoy ourselves,As we go on otir way;The whole tiling will soon be over,For we ain’t got long to stay. —Adam Alltop, Enoch, OhiomiMGiClHiOlpaUCiHierSicoA]cosale.artolaPIInD.intuthMpc
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The Journal
Caldwell, Ohio, US
Thu, Apr 22, 1954
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