Old Work Poems

Old Fuddy-Duddy

Cornelius McGillicuddy
     Conservative fuddy-duddy

        Though he shortened his name to Connie Mack
        Neither smoked, drank ~ or cut players any slack




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I Reminisce, I Miss

I reminisce, I miss....                                                   

The Old Tower

Many ages the old tower had stood
yet once it had been the very centre
of activity to all who enter
for centuries now  the weather withstood

Witness to many battles all hard fought
many feasts and weddings held in its halls
and fine chargers housed within its stalls
yet now looking back it was all for nought

Time had taken its

An Old Man's Crumbles

An old man's crumbles........

I am an old man and no matter I say or do.
But still I am living with my stubbornness heart

I have complications with health history
and hospitals always welcome me

Sometime, my heart beats so hard and my veins are twisting me mad
But still I manage to do my work on my own

My walking

Incomplete

I came across an old desk in a dream
A message of significance – or so it seemed
Timeless solid wood covered in dust 
Your mystery to uncover I must

Handmade relic of ancient times bygone
After centuries, your work`s still not done
Bridal bed upon which tales of life were born
Now you’re stood against the wall forlorn

It was not

The Scythe's Ring Across the Fields

Sitting watching a June summer king establish his reign over hazy hills and dusty dales,
I could just hear a sharpened scythe's ring across green fields cutting away at the corn,
With the hustle and bustle of the annual hay-harvesters bringing home a brand new season,
Happy sunburned workers work the open fields gazing skywards smiling at the

Red Rose Left Burning

In the name of love
she makes the same old mistakes
every time he lies

but it's all the same
as she runs away with hopes
it'll work this time

Just to realize

love is whack in the heart of a woman
truly believing the lie of a man 

he strips her of love

as she refuses to lie down and die
accepting a burning bleeding

Unzipped Lips Part Ii

So my first lesson taught me, if intellect spawns logic, then of that I want no part! 
“Orwell” Had the answer;
in satire the presidium displeased, when he made it plain to everyone,
one cannot rule with precision as one would a farm yard,
whilst to break life down to simple motivation, one would easily find, that profit

My Tricycle

With a smile upon my face and a twinkle in my eye
I rode my sister's tricycle with an accomplished sigh 
Traveling as fast as my three year old legs could carry me
Feeling the wind in my hair, I was filled with joyous glee.

But my happiness was short lived and came to an abrupt stop
When my

Working Man

Stiff joints, 
Tired to the bone, 
For mere coins, 
I work all alone, 

Rough hewn hands, 
Tarnished by labor, 
While times slipping sands, 
... Erode this old trader, 

Get a little ahead, 
Then quickly fall behind, 
What more can be said, 
Abound trudging this old grind, 

I give all I can, 
They take more away,

Not Enough Money For the Month

Not Enough Money for the Month

By Elton Camp

Many old folks thought they were secure
And could enjoy life in old age for sure

But when their portfolios went south
Found themselves down in the mouth 

Even the money they struggled to save
Only a very tiny amount of interest gave

Rising medical costs and medicine bills
Only added to their many

An Old Man's Crumble

An old man's crumble....


I am an old man and no matter I say or do.
But still I am living with my stubbornness heart

I have complications with health history
and hospitals always welcome me

Sometime, my heart beats so hard and my veins are twisting me mad
But still I manage to do my work on my own

My walking

Our Qt Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire,

Folk Dance

"The Folk Dance"
On the backs of well formed muscular miners 
Working hard in the trenches on a daily basis
For the men who need coal, fat cats and such
Dirty, sweaty and tireless toil try to wear them down 
Dehydration and soot inhalation runs rampant 
An epidemic throughout lower Appalachia

The jobs they need, for their survival indeed
Their

The Old Man and the Mule

A faint outline appeared in the early morn 
a full moon still shed its light, dark shadows 
spread across the land casting an eerie 
shadow over the far distant hills. 
An old buckboard clattered along a dusty 
road bumping roughly over pot holes 
washed out by an early winter rain. 

The old mule plodded along

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