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C J Dennis - George Jones Wonders
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"When I was young," said old George Jones
   (And rumbling from his bearded lips,
His deep voice boomed in measured tones)
   Them airyplanes an` motor-ships
Was never knowed in that far day.
   The wind-blown craft that roamed the sea,
The stout draught horse, the bullock dray
   Was quick enough for me like me.

"We lived and toiled and fared not ill:
   Life was a thing to be enjoyed.
We sold out crops and ate our fill,
   And heard few tales of unemployed.
But, lately, like some secret flame,
   This world beheld a puzzling thing;
Peace, progress, plenty -- yet, too came
   Want, idleness and suffering.

"I asked a wine man from the town
   Why, `mid these riches, such ills are.
`Bad transport,` said he, with a frown,
   And went off in his motor car.
I watched him racing down the road
   To where, `mid modern haste and fret,
This new world`s tangled traffic flowed,
   And scatched my head, more puzzled yet.

"Men say that times be mending now,
   Maybe.  But still they don`t explain
This thing that worries me, somehow:
   The more we get, the less we gain.
The more ships speed, the less they bring;
   The more man has, the less he owns.
Why darn me!  `Tis a crazy thing!
   It don`t make sense," said old George Jones.
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