Old Work Poems - Poems about Old Work

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.... ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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"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...

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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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