Being a Mosser

I was a mosser For many of years Hard manual labor Not what it appears Sphagnum moss a life For underprivileged some A way to make a living Not who you want to become Working grueling hours Amidst the dreadful heat No indoor air condition Gusts of wind your daily treat Dealing with the elements Biting insects and the rain No cover for protection Your body in constant strain Filling orders daily A deadline I must meet Exhausted and in pain As I try to beat the heat Money received was fair But not worth the endless pain Another day of misery With nothing left to gain So wise up I did An education I did receive Fleeing a “sweat shop” environment Body deterioration unable to retrieve Moving forward quickly Physical strength I now possess Exhausting hard manual labor Was never the key to my success © Stacy Lynn Stiles