The census is coming
It’s been 10 years and time has marched on. Which means next year in 2020 we’re all going to be counted to make sure we’re still alive somewhere on the planet. Once again, we’ll fill out forms, answer questions and try to remember stuff we haven’t thought about in a decade.
Back then, I did my duty. I answered the questions, filled in the blanks on the forms (mostly told the truth) and now I’m officially counted as alive and living on the planet. Ten years back I penned a poem about the subject of census-taking. It’s still relevant today especially in light of the current and escalating brouhaha about which humans are worthy of being counted and taxed.
Have You Been Counted, Labeled, and Tallied?
When it’s census time again my friend,
Counting me and thee
They’ve a list of nosy questions,
One or two or three.
A herd of fresh-hired scribblers
In rain or snow or sun.
Will travel every trail and byway
Not missing anyone.
What have I earned in the last 12 months?
In working rancher’s time?
A question I truly cannot measure
Since I won’t have made a dime!
And have I dwelt here all alone?
Or are there others too?
I’ll tell them I’m a widow woman
And I do what I can do.
They’ll want to know my background,
Have I attended school?
Do I speak a different language?
From a special ethnic pool?
Do I have an indoor toilet?
Or just an outhouse stall?
Is my house a fancy condo?
Or a tent against a wall?
Do I drive a car or pickup?
Do I have a telephone?
Do I know how many people?
Are living in my home?
Do I have a yearly mortgage?
Do I own or rent or hire?
Do I have some good insurance?
For hazards, flood or fire?
Census takers say it’s private,
(This knowledge that they seek);
But it all goes into computers
Where government can peek!
Next year is census time once more
Here they’ll come again,
The census-takers with their clipboards
To count how I have been.
I’ll be counted and dissected
But, I won’t even cuss!
I’ll do a random act of kindness
Before I bite the dust!
As they toil away, asking questions,
Gathering up the facts,
I’ll make their day, invite them in!
Tell them to relax!
I’ll welcome each one quite politely
And praise them with loud cheers!
I’ll serve each taker with some cake
And a few cold beers! ❖