The Chimney Sweeper

The Chimney Sweeper   
  
  by Anna O’Hora-Bimbot

Do you know somebody like me?

Covered in soot
Tired and weary
Nobody to care for me “deary”
I travel by foot

I pull myself up
Before the day turns to dawn
I shiver and shake
Stomach rumbling, I yawn

I keep my mouth shut
And I follow my boss
High on the roof tops
I’m scared but there are no buts

My hair they have shaved
So the flames won’t singe
I slide down the funnel
They don’t care that I cringe

My name is Tom Sild
I’ll soon be seven
I’m a chimney sweep child
My work is no heaven

Do you know somebody like me?
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Agustin Avatar
July 27, 2021 at 5:43 AM
Thanks for sharing this. God bless you. Welcome to PS.
Leffanta Avatar
July 26, 2021 at 11:42 AM
Thankfully, no! But there is not much difference between a 7-year-old chimney sweep and a 7-year-old hewer, is there?
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