Untold Hardships
>>>>>>>>>>>My Parents were married in a small mining town,
It was on the east coast where fish were abound.
Mining was hard and im sure many would tell,
The holes that they worked in ,were nothing but hell.
My father passed on when i was just fourteen years old,
From a cancerous diease that rob his soul.
The dust they say you could cut with a knife,
But they suffered through this to help support life.
We moved away just shortly after he died,
He made my Mom promice that we would not have to live this lie.
The mines were safe, or so they were told,
So they would take out the ore that they treated like gold.
Ontario was big,and towns looked like cities,
With so much to do , it would just make you dizzy.
But when the novelity wore off, i longed for my home,
Without a job or money, we were here on our own.
Ive been home a few times since then,
But only stayed long enough to visit with kin.
Although ive hated it when i had to leave,
The pace was slow and i know i would grieve.
Copyright © Alan Fitz | Year Posted 2009
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