Another sleepless night for me so I decided to write a poem. I think this speaks out for the working class...No matter how high they reach, it's never high enough....
She reaches for the alarm
And crawls out of bed
A hot cup of coffee
A newspaper left unread
Rushing to the car
On the job by eight
They count it against you
If you're one minute late
Joining the rat race
Of millions of working class
Struggling to make ends meet
But the paycheck never last
There's bill collectors
Beating down your door
You give them all you have
And still they want more
Milling through the traffic
Home seems so far away
You wonder if it's worth it
For such little pay
Stumbling through the door
There's no body there
Nothing warm to greet you
But an easy chair
You reach for the moon
But it's too far to climb
You want a better life
But it spins on a dime
Working hard every day
But not getting anywhere
If you do get ahead
Uncle Sam gets his share
(C) Linda Hill 2005
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Reviews of "Working Class Blues"
Reviewed by Kathleen Herrick (Reader)
Reviewed on February 22, 2005
I can relate all too well to this.
Just being born costs an arm and leg.
Keep up the good writing!
GBYD - God Bless You Dear
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2005
Linda!!! I've missed reading you. :) And I think this poem has hit the nail on the head sweetie. Said only as you can say.
"Joining the rat race
Of millions of working class
Struggling to make ends meet " It is a true replica of the decent injustice perpetrated on the working class by the people with money power! the poem is so realistic of the fate of the working class and as person who led working class for more than a decade, I appreciate your indepth knowledge and sympathy for the working class! thank you dear Linda!
You capture it perfectly and vividly. Working poor, that's me--but at least I'm working. Wish I could retire--won't be able to until I'm 108. :) IF I'm blessed. :)
Thought provoking--send this to the government and let Bush balance the budget somewhere else.
boy i think we can all relate to this one. the only little bit i have managed to grab out of the nine to five grind is that i work 11am to 7pm so i miss traffic and can sleep later each day
i can really relate to this one; i am one of the working poor! ain't easy, but with god's help, i am making it; he is taking care of me! well done, linda!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
but i AM grateful to be working; i have been at my current job for nearly five years now (will be five years in a few weeks!!).
You think of everyone, Linda and that is sweet of you.
Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2005
You have a job paid by the hour. That is sixty minutes, so if you are late, then you haven't worked an hour. Ah, jeez, Lisa, bills have to be MADE before the bill collector comes a-knocking on the door. Wonder who made those bills? And after you get home there is no one to share this dismal life you describe. Wonder why? I usually love everything you write, but I am sorry Lisz, this whining poem just isn't you.
Hello sweetie, thought I'd lost you but I see you are still as strong as ever. Great write, and hate to tell retirement isn't all it's cracked up to be either. lol
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Just being born costs an arm and leg.
Keep up the good writing!
GBYD - God Bless You Dear
Melanie
Of millions of working class
Struggling to make ends meet " It is a true replica of the decent injustice perpetrated on the working class by the people with money power! the poem is so realistic of the fate of the working class and as person who led working class for more than a decade, I appreciate your indepth knowledge and sympathy for the working class! thank you dear Linda!
Written in a style that apeals to my thoughts on society, and the injustice that existists therein.
Would love to hear this put to a good Blues score.
Cheers
Robin
I wish money would stretch instead of tear.
John
Do-Tell You (Will Always Be Safe)Ride With Me (God) To The End...
Your Friend,TRASK
You capture it perfectly and vividly. Working poor, that's me--but at least I'm working. Wish I could retire--won't be able to until I'm 108. :) IF I'm blessed. :)
Thought provoking--send this to the government and let Bush balance the budget somewhere else.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
but i AM grateful to be working; i have been at my current job for nearly five years now (will be five years in a few weeks!!).
Love Tinka
Love from India - Joel -
Hugs
Felix
You have described so well of the working class. Well-done!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)