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A Hard Working Man

A Hard Working Man Many days have gone by and still I hear you across from the depot There you sat on a bar stool and took off your ring Thought I'd try to get a closer look, so I walked on over As I sat down and started to ask him his name Then the drinks finally had an effect on him He then blurted out, " I say I'm no quitter!" But I finally quit living on dreams. I tell you I'm so hungry for laughter, for here and ever after I am after whatever comes to me each and every other to which life has to offer. Then I took an impish glance in the mirror and watched him In an instant, I thought he had looked so out of place. Then he turned and glanced my way and sat down beside me; For an instant, a strange look was seen on his face His huge hands were immensely calloused He was one mighty mountainous of a man For one moment I felt so out of place and had feared. Then as I turned to leave, his voice had turned to molten lava Please dear lady, can you spare the time to keep me company? I just had the worst news so humanly possible, I just lost my papa! Can you spare an extra hour so we can just sit here and talk; I promise you I'll never ask you to commit to anything wild and impossible. One look in his soft brown eyes told me that he could be trusted Okay, I will stay with you for awhile as long as you stop playing that same song over and over. Yes, lady, I will accommodate you to whatever you like and offer you a drink and some nice talk.

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Date: 10/8/2016 5:34:00 PM
Touched by the sadness of loss and those unrefined hands of a hardworking man..At times allxwe need is to sit there a d listen...and we bring comfort to the others...Excellent story.dear lady.
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Sherri Whiteford
Date: 10/10/2016 5:32:00 PM
Thank you very much beautiful Charmaine for your excellent comment on this written poem of mine. Where I was raised there were definitely a great deal of hard working men working in the coal mines. It always astounded me when they left work, that they always seemed to leave there work at work. They sure knew how to treat the women folk real nice.
Date: 1/14/2016 5:23:00 PM
This is a beautiful story, laid out well and described with feelings written with the heart and edited by the soul. Emile.
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Sherri Whiteford
Date: 1/14/2016 11:45:00 PM
Thank you so very much Emile for your great and beautiful comment on this written poem of mine. Your comment really means the world to me... Sherri
Date: 1/14/2016 9:27:00 AM
well written Sherri...
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Sherri Whiteford
Date: 1/14/2016 9:42:00 AM
Thank you so much White Sage for stopping by and leaving a comment..

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