He came to our country on a hot, crowded bus shortly after the war.
Carrying his tools in a worn leather case,
One more in a sea of immigrants.
Just another nobody sweating out double shifts to build the dream;
A three-bedroom palace for his darling daughters.
Now, having won the lottery of life,
He plays cards among the stars.
And goes deep-sea fishing on distant galaxies.
He’s finally living on Easy Street,
One of the favored angels,
An eternal V.I.P.