There is a gentleman
complaining of sore legs
and sweating from the stresses
of standing

And it is a wonder
that his back is not broken
and I heard the distress
when he was told he
would get no help from me.

And I saw the relief
when another gentleman,
aged, yet spry as ever,
offered instead to do
the business that the first
ought have done.

Yet his sweat runs like a river
though he did no thing,
and his legs, he assures me
are killing him, and I

am left wondering why
he ever bothered standing
in the first place