A Fortune Fair Quatern
I thought I'd earn a fortune fair
for arches aching, soul worn bare.
Exhaust myself unto my task -
a pittance payment's all I ask.
I breathe the same impartial air
I thought I'd earn a fortune fair,
but worth has not a level head
now man turns likeness into bread.
And bread in turn to greater gains
the ‘others’ toil for paltry grains.
I thought I'd earn a fortune fair;
to earn I've learned is something rare.
My neighbor’s pockets weigh the more
resemblance man cannot ignore -
talent were but a fleeting care,
I thought I'd earn a fortune fair.
January 29th, 2016
Copyright © Earl Mitchell | Year Posted 2016
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