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 © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
December 31, 2020 at 9:17 PM
I like the cadence of this one Gershon.
Wolf Avatar
January 1, 2021 at 1:40 PM
Hut, two, three four; hut, hut! ~ Sgt. Bilko
Faulkner Avatar
December 31, 2020 at 8:55 PM
I like the short beat of this, also the 'works like a dog/eats like a horse' - I guess that's what a hard living will do~
Wolf Avatar
January 1, 2021 at 1:39 PM
Thank you Michelle. Here's wishing you and your family the Happiest and Healthiest of New Years! Warmest wishes, Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
December 31, 2020 at 7:49 PM
Who do you have in mind? I’m 60 and hoping for several more years!! HNY!
Wolf Avatar
January 1, 2021 at 1:39 PM
No, no! You are only 50! 'Cos your 60 is the NEW 50!! This poor bloke is the OLD 60, which is really 70!! lol. Here's to 39 again. Thanks for all of your encouragement over the past year, Kim. Poetry hugs, Gershon
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