Ever stop and consider the life of a hot dog vendor? They may have more than you and I.
Each day it is get up before the sun, prepare the cart
Stock until it’s full and it is on with the day.
Mr. Johansson now has his work cut out for him
Selling dirty waters on the corner of 51st and Broadway.
For 34 years now, this has been his trade,
The vendor of food for the passers-by.
He never really made a lot of money it seemed,
But, he still never stopped and I now know just why.
His family had all for which they ever asked.
His time, he had given to them with love and ease.
A bank would never know him as a rich man,
But it’s through family and friends, that he succeeds.
He is a quiet man, just wishing to make his way,
Doing whatever it takes to provide and get by.
An honorable man, no one could ever debate.
Truly ever more successful than you or I.
He never asks for help, independence he has.
He, however, is always willing to lend a hand.
If you are ever near the corner of Broadway and 51st,
You better stop and say hi to the hot dog man.
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