He Plods, He Plugs
He sweats, he grunts
he plods, he plugs
There is't a ditch
he hasn't dug
Works like a dog
and eats like a horse
Though most of his meals
are only one course
Had to quit school
when his parents died
Got married young
to his 'baby bride'
One kid after another
took away his youth
Then his health took a hit
Too much gin sans vermouth
Now at age 60
He's old and worn-out
Nary a field seeded
for memory to sprout
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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