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The Man

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Tim
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0 posted 07-29-99 06:07 PM       View Profile for Tim   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Tim

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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1 posted 07-29-99 06:10 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth   Email Elizabeth   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Elizabeth's Home Page   View IP for Elizabeth

How sad. It made me think of a story I once heard. Anyway, Tim, this poem was well written...good job.
Andrew Scott
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2 posted 07-29-99 07:38 PM       View Profile for Andrew Scott   Email Andrew Scott   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Andrew Scott

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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3 posted 07-29-99 08:20 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Good story.....well told. Kill the e'er.
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4 posted 07-29-99 08:50 PM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Good one Tim. He probably thought his punishment was too tame....sometimes our own conscience is the best judge........
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5 posted 07-29-99 09:49 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

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...
elvira
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6 posted 07-29-99 09:52 PM       View Profile for elvira   Email elvira   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for elvira

a very enjoyable read

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Delores Hall
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7 posted 07-29-99 11:53 PM       View Profile for Delores Hall   Email Delores Hall   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Delores Hall

Good poem. I liked the ending.
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