The Robbery

The man was there A gun was pointed I was feeling All disjointed "Gimme cash!" He spoke so harshly "There isn't much" I whispered scarcely "Hand it over!" Shaking the gun I only wanted To up and run It all was over In a flash And then the robber Left at a dash I stood there shaking Out of my wits And vowed that day That I would quit It isn't worth it For this small pay To risk my life Every day