SomedayA Poem by Paul BellThe cold wind hit him like a sledgehammer He pulled his jacket collar up tight It didn’t help The dreaded half mile walk didn’t help either He heard the voice Always be work down the mine son, always That was the problem He watched his father as a boy Black as the coal he dug Coughing up the dust That would eventually kill him He was lucky Some died underground Leaving widows and children To a fund so inadequate Death was twice over He had hopes Dreams of a life away Dreams where darkness came at night Only at night Someday he thought He would just leave Never look back, never The cage locked Taking him a mile underground To a life where they sang songs Where communities lived and died Generations stood for something good Someday he thought Someday. © 2016 Paul BellReviews
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10 Reviews Added on September 15, 2016 Last Updated on September 15, 2016 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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