A Man Was Made To Work

I have spent a lifetime looking down this same old road
With all the memories that it upon me, it has bestowed

I've watched as children play, and grow as some stayed
There were others who left as married, some led astray

With the old brickwork, of the houses remains the same
This old colliery; its gates closed, unemployed to shame

With the skies though were clearer in their lack of smog
My spirits plummeting as thoughts to a better life befog

As men made wearier their sense of purpose in disarray
Wives, and mothers struggling, their men without a pay

Days spent breaking their backs, digging that black gold
Now left dejected, with their souls being so cheaply sold

Honest; working men, their lives are driven to the brink
Some falling to the wayside, turning to the demon drink 

Weddings attended, then now built on un-stable ground
A sense of dourness babies heard their new born sound

Funerals mourned; to men gone, well, before their time
As pennies given, to prevent their kid's going into crime 

Nothing changes; nothing ever will, forsaken and forgot
Whilst I still stand here still rooted to this same old spot

As idling time, and still looking down this same old road
This legacy of shame, and poverty that on me bestowed

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