I am a humble pensioner, myself, for my daily bread;
Shall I forget my brothers who seem in greater need?
I know not how it happened that I have more than they,
Unless God meant that I should give a larger part away.
The humblest wayside beggar and I have wants the same.
Close side by side we walked when God called out the name;
So brother, it happened the name he called was mine;
The food was given for both here, half of it is thine.
