The Worker's Plight

The Worker's Plight

A Poem by Greg Farina

I never gave the day a look

Of sunshine, glory, woods, or seas.

I’ve never gazed up at the clock;

My job’s my clock, my reason, being.

I work and work to have a spot

In cold world just like all the rest;

I’m not unhappy, joy’s known not,

Or so I hear from my sad boss.

I’m kept from fear and sounds of strife,

(Which plague the soul like biting bugs)

By making sure all work’s set straight;

And working twice tomorrow’s dusk.

At times I’m cold, but have no plight;

I get no sleep, I dream no dreams;

I’m kept from darkness and from light

By work kept up from week to week.

If a child grew like me,

He'd feel things worse than misery.



© 2017 Greg Farina



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It shows the real plight of workers I truly admire every bit of it nice to read thanks for share

Posted 3 Months Ago


Greg Farina

3 Months Ago

Thank you very much Very happy you enjoyed it!

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