Worker's Plight
I toil for gold,
but what's in sight?
Nothing but mold
and dust in flight.
Each time i swing,
pickaxe hits a stone
and I'm wishing
to see my home.
Each morning starts
in my love's songs.
But left my heart
where it belongs.
So I salute
those at the top,
who plays the flute
while we don't stop.
I toil for gold,
but what's in sight?
Nothing but mold
and dust in flight.
Each time i swing,
pickaxe hits a stone
and I'm wishing
to see my home.
Each morning starts
in my love's songs.
But left my heart
where it belongs.
So I salute
those at the top,
who plays the flute
while we don't stop.
I hope I am not too late for submitting this poem. I just learned about Simply Snickers and The Meme Express earlier.
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Nicely done!
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