I was once a hardworking man.A Poem by Chandler bing
I was once a hardworking man
I was once a hardworking man, It wasn't too long ago, When I did all sorts of thing at one go, But now I feel meagre and exhausted, Not wanting to face my present, I remembered my past. Past I used to cut wood from the trees, And sell them in a nearby street, I also worked in a paper mill, Earning my way through hefty bills, After slogging all day, I would hike back all the way. In the morning, Rejuvenated from yesterday's batter, I would get ready for today's battle, Again slogging all the day, I would hike all the way. In the morning, When the dawn would break over, I would find my self in a clover, Satisfied with my life as it was, I would pray to god. © 2014 Chandler bingReviews
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