Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Ne'er-do-well, why do you sit?
Do your feet not hold your weight,
are your hands incapable of work?
Have you given up entirely,
resigned yourself to a life in the gutter?
There is a warm belly in a days toil
and self worth when it is of your own making.

The poem made me think,I could not live with out projects. I suppose growing up poor and not knowing it was good for me , if I wanted somthing , I made it, found old bikes and took them apart and made a bike of my own out of the parts I am with you on this ,I have often wonderd about that.I figured that the poor devil was just to depressed to do anything, and or, to lazy.