Best Bread Winner Poems
They found the bread first,
To joy,arranged a contest next,
Rewarded the winner this,for his breakfast.
That's how the word bread winner came in the list!
YOU COME HOME FROM WORK TIRED,WORNOUT,BEAT.
YOUR BODY ACHES ALL OVER FROM THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD,
TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUE FEET
THE RADIO IS BLARING,THE T.V. IS BLAST.
YOUR OLDEST SON WANTS TO BORROW THE CAR AND MONEY FOR GAS.
YOU GO UPSTAIRS ABOUT TO LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD ON THE BED.
THERE ON THE DRESSER,A NOTE,BLACK AND BOLD.
IF YOU DONT HAVE THE RENT YOU WILL BE OUT IN THE COLD
BILLS UPOM BILLS, A CYCLE THAT NEVER ENDS.
WHEN YOU ARE IN NEED, WHERE ARE YOUR SO CALLED FRIENDS.?
YOU GO BACK OUT OF THE BEDROOM AND PAUSE IN THE HALL,
YOU ASKED THE DEAR LORD IS IT REALLY WORTH IT ALL.
AS YOU STAND THERE AND PONDER THE THOUGHT,
YOU HELP YOUR THREE YEARS OLD OF THE BATHROOM POT.
YOU GO BACK DOWNSTAIRS TO THE KITCHEN,
THERE STANDING BY THE STOVE,ON HER HAND A POT HOLDER GLOVE.
IS THE REAL BREAD WINNER,YOUR WIFE,THE WOMEN YOU LOVE.
FROM THAT MOMENT ON, YOU KNEW THE ANSWER FROM THE HALL.
YES DEAR LORD IT IS REALLY WORTH IT ALL.
bread winner
we enjoy the beef
but the cow pays
the price
bread winner
he fight like a lion
work like an elephant
despite he could earn alot
or little
yet he eat like a aunt
cos alot of mouths he
got to feed
bread winner
his life is full of responsibilities
his head thinks alot
he got not alot time
to rest
always he has to work
cos
as money comes
money goes
bread winner
he is a sacrificial lamb
he is the hope of his family
he is a pain relief
to those he looks after
he works so hard
to put food on the table
under the rain
under the sun
he is never relentless
what a soul
bread winners?
respect to all
hard working poeple out there
keep up
your are a blessing
to humanity
In
the wind,
sweet music
of ripening
wheat-
an
echo
of harvest-
repeated each
fall
Dedicated to Norman Borlag (Iowa born farm boy) 1914-2009 Nobel prize 1970 -developed
the new high yielding wheat strains
in our house
there's no mouse
its dream
and its clean
there 's those who work
so there's no drit
and we are alert
some was sinnerS
now theyer the
FAMILY BREAD WINNERS