About the Poem
Not long ago I was leasing the blinkered life, nose to the grindstone. It is easy to lose sight of what's important in life.
The Mill |
| by Lloyd Klumpp |
| Day after day we grind the grind, Working away, body and mind, Goals to reach, things to prove, A need for bread and a roof Week after week we grind away. Making a living? No, working for pay! Mouths to feed, feet to shoe Not time enough to think of you. Month after month the grind goes on. Becoming mindless, feeling numb. One more passes, then another. Sometimes ask why we bother. Year after year - grind, grind, grind. Our souls destroyed, our hearts unkind. The roof is ours. We have our bread. Such a shame our spirits dead. |
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3 Visitor Comments
Rosemarie
Spoken like someone who's found there way out for the daily grind. Great job! Wishing you the best in life, Thank you for sharing your soul. Be well Rosemarie
Sheri
This poem reflects the sad truth of the majority of the lives of everyone I know.
Sharon
Clearcut, right to the point and so very true. Thanks for the poem.
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