The Banker's Mule

The Banker's Mule

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Genre: Poetry

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Genre: Poetry

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The story of life at times
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The story of life at times

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Submitted: January 28, 2017

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Submitted: January 28, 2017

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The sky above is clear and blue,

The grass below is shiny green,

Problems here are far and few,

Prospects are the most abundant that I’ve seen.

 

I rode the roads,

I hitched the rails,

I made an empty box my sweet abode.

I packed letters, I carried mail,

I made my way to tell this tale.

 

I trudged for long hours in snow and cold,

Met fierce demons along the way,

I endured all pain, for I had to be bold,

Got kicked around almost every day.

 

I heaved huge loads on sleds up hill,

I split wood, I walked steel.

I carried water from a pump afar,

I fell waist deep into  a pit of natural tar.

 

The years are piling up,

And my health is not too good.

My bones all ache,

My hands are stiff as wood.

My pleasure is to give, rather than to take.

I never had much, but I have done the best that I could.

 

Don’t blame me, cause I have carried my load.

I have gone to school,

I hoed my row.

I learned their rymes, I learned their golden rule.

I went as far as their extortionist system would allow me to go,

But that’s how life is for the banker’s mule.

 


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