"A diamond is just a piece of coal, that did well under pressure" People often grumble About, how they were raised, Perhaps they may do something grand, End up, not being praised. They may have had to struggle long And sore, to make ends meet, While coveting their neighbour whoa Could relax more, raised feet. These same folk, admire jewelry, Without full story known, The work, of how the gems 'became' To make a gem that's glowin' With some great fete accomplished, A piece of common coal Becomes a precious jewel That end game, is its goal.
As youngest in the family, A dozen, halved, - all boys, We learned to share together, Both clothing, also toys. Bought good, so 'twould last longer, With solely, one wage earned, My father's mother stayed at home, So that is how he learned. Alas these days, all vestments, Once made to last, don't now, A few times on the body, The seams open, somehow. The stitching, loose or broken, Some holes appear, too soon, Some folk know nought 'bout sewing, So garments, gone, like balloon. Just recently, with a friend, A pair of shoes, on sole, Some glue or stitches missing, Beginning of a hole. Some power glue, happened to have, So asked him for the shoe, Restuck the sole to leather, Will do, a year or two.