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The Man |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
The summer sun beat down in merciless attack, Sweat poured off his shoulders, and down his chiseled back, In his hands a shovel, on roadbed he did toil, For seven bucks an hour, as searing sun did broil. No one knew his background, or where he went at night, Appeared each day at sunrise, to toil at dawn's first light, He never spoke a word, just went about his work, Always did as ordered, no task did e'er he shirk. One day the foreman summoned, the man to speak to him, As man approached the bosses shed, his countenance grew grim, For he had seen the sheriff, pull up in his car, In sheriff's hands were handcuffs, the man spied from afar. The Sheriff asked the man his name, had used a pseudonym, The man replied, I will not lie, you know that I am him, With hands pulled tight behind his back, the man was led away, Taken in the Sheriff's car, amidst the heat of day. One night in late September, the man had left a bar, Stumbled to the parking lot, got in his brand new car, Headed down the avenue, to home where wife did wait, He did not see the jogger, until it was too late. The summer heat beat down, in merciless attack, Sweat poured down his shoulders, across his chiseled back, In his hands a shovel, on roadbed he did toil, For the State of Texas, as searing sun did broil. Never spoke a word, just went about his life, For he lived in pergatory, the jogger was his wife. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
How sad. It made me think of a story I once heard. Anyway, Tim, this poem was well written...good job. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
At least the "man" didn't need society to convict him of his wrongs; he seemed to have taken care of that himself. Good story telling. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Good story.....well told. Kill the e'er. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Good one Tim. He probably thought his punishment was too tame....sometimes our own conscience is the best judge........ |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Wonderful, as usual, Tim - Seeing you vent the "stress" of your vocation through poetry is really wonderful... and enlightening... Give me a classroom full of ornery students anyday...  |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
a very enjoyable read ------------------ one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...eight short weeks...Music to my Ears...your countenance...just watching tv...hoarse whispers...My One and Only...Tribute to M.J....Feel the need?...serving wench...a little girl...the mistress...stolen hours...Perfection...07-20-69...insomnia ...devotion...Master...apart...plain...chat? |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
Good poem. I liked the ending. |
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