None too rich & none too proud,
I’ll take what you give me,
a dollar, a handshake, a shroud.

If it seems to you I’m bent & bowed,
you know me so well. Please forgive me,
hoping for a dollar, asking aloud.

I stand here, friend, waiting, cowed,
while you decide how to shiv me,
none too rich & none too proud.

I hate doing this, for crying out loud.
But I know you’ll outlive me,
oh so rich & oh so proud.

To you I’m just a face in the crowd.
Never once will you relive me,
none too rich & none too proud,
a dollar, a handshake, a shroud.