A home song - 3

45 years and more

The crowd came, hungry and lost
Pleading that I be their boss
I led, they follow, no question ask, not a single doubt
For they trust, I the boss

For the hungry, they I fed
For the jobless, work I gave
The uneducated, schools I built, an education they got
Most of it all, it's dignity they had

My hair grows white, my hearing fails
My eyes weaken, so my sight
No longer do I