Stacy Stiles Poet I do not know?

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

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