It calls again.
My work friend.
Singing my song.
Workday over, now belong.
Cry into another day.
Work wages - the pay.
Plight of many man.
Only to walk on beach sand.
So the days over.
Stop to pick a clover.
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this has a singsong quality. I think "days over" ought to have an apostrophe between "y" abd "s"s. Good work.
Posted: Jan 17, 2008
Nice little poem, but you lose me with the religion aspect.
Posted: Jan 22, 2008
Exactly...It's fascinating how you've written about sooooo much in just a few words and lines...sign of a true poet...hats off to you
JoKa
Evelyn
Posted: Jan 22, 2008
Exactly...It's fascinating how you've written about sooooo much in just a few words and lines...sign of a true poet...hats off to you
JoKa
Evelyn
Posted: Jan 22, 2008
makes a interesting rythym...ha-the usual workdays!
:)
Posted: Feb 11, 2008
Very thoughtful.
I like it.
Posted: Feb 27, 2008
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