Here is my poem written for the poetry prompt at Magpie Tales. You can see other posts like this at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
This is the manna of The People.
With caliced, work worn hands
They sit down to eggs and toast,
And maybe a glass of sweet tea,
With sassafrass
If the factory paid well last week.
Their eyes are redshot from hours of overtime,
And nightly calculations on how to get by
On a paycheck that never has enough
Numbers.
How do you get by
On a paycheck that never has enough
Numbers?
You eat eggs and toast,
With a glass of sweet tea,
With sassafrass
If the factory paid well last week.
I like the "With caliced, work worn hands"
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I like "On a paycheck that never has enough
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nicely crafted poem
ReplyDeleteThis is a fresh take. Like it!
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ReplyDeleteGood read. =)
ReplyDeleteTimely, poignant, very well written. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI do like this! Been there many years ago.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Timely? Poignant? Thank you!!!
ReplyDeleteI made bricks for a living at one time. I know the feeling. Well done.
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