Steamy nights, can't sleep
Southern heat, can't breathe
Ceiling fan spinning
Bringing no relieve
Just plain old southern heat.
Nothing working out
God! so am I
Stuck here like glue
Along tobacco road
nothing in reality to do
Just singing the blues
It's always the same
Day and night.
Sleeping or walking
Working or resting
Body odor, night and day
Looking for work
Traveling light
A wrap for a pack
That's all I can hack
Times are hard.
Working for a meal
Boss man, looking for a deal
Offered me a fews weeks
an honest man, honest work
good deal, hard to turn down
A bed
Don't have to beg
Now I might get some rest
Sounds good, struck gold
Boss man offered me a beer
Whispering a salary in my ear.
Times are hard
Holes in my shoes,
No more
What the heck
Days are hot and sweaty
Need a job
Need a bath
need some rest.
Bill, please take a bath, will ya? I mean those of us here at AD who read you, would very much appreciate it, LOL! Puts me in mind of the Grapes of Wrath movie just a bit...was that you playing the main part way back then? Hope you find Peace, Ed & Rufuz
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Allen
Thanks for sharing. :)
I can hear the old rail way builders singing this.
Outstanding write!
This one's going in my library.
~Linda
Excellent!
Love, Sheila
One word.....or is it two "Life Sucks"
Love Tinka
you nailed it correct
Tommy