Poor old Joe

Poor old Joe

Poor old Joe.
Overlooked, carrying the can,
doing the "honourable thing".

Poor old Joe.
 

Your father's father's forbear
marked your card.
History dealt you the hand.
You even had to trudge for miles
to suit some foretold plan.

Poor old Joe.
 

Your relatives weren't overkeen
pregnant lady by your side
motel stable had to suffice.
Then all that fuss and do and come and go.
Baby birthing, mother squealing,
all a bit much when you're tired
and beyond your prime. 

Poor old Joe.
 

Then when all the commotion calms
the common folk come calling.
"Isn't he sweet"
"Bet you're proud"
Then the clincher:
"Got his dad's chin"
(yeah, like they've seen Him !)
Poor old Joe.
 

But your eyes are on the child Joe
and the look on your face
says you're the richest man
in the world.