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WORKING MAN
I've worked hard damned near all my life
but now I'm on the dole
while greed's allowed to have run rife
loss of self worth haunts my soul
Like most I thought I Was my job
(I could build 'most anything )
'cept a defence from those who'd rob
our chance to grab for that brass ring
Each day I still wake 'fore the dawn
old habits never die it seems
I'm that guy you could depend upon
to construct your home of dreams
I check the want ads every day
for work once earned by word of mouth
in a time I hate to say
it seems to have now all gone south
So hey now Mr. Bankerman
secure above the common mob
have you got some kind of plan
that bails Me out with a new job?
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Candlewitch
13 years 5 months ago
Dear Stan,
Good title. Language use is good and your rhyming skills are flawless. I find this poem indicative of the times. Good work.
always, Cat
scribbler
13 years 5 months ago
Hi Cat
It's always good to see yuo've stopped by.........stan
Eduardo Cruz
13 years 5 months ago
Stan,
With that experience you do not need to use your hands. Your job now is to manage others at that task.
Well written, I do agree with cat it is the sign of the times. We just need to see that there is always another door to unlock with the keys we already have.
Eddie
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scribbler
13 years 5 months ago
Hi Eddie
Thankfully this is only slightly autobiographic. But I guess to convey a topic in amanner that it's seen as true is a good thing. Thanks for visiting..........stan