031611h Long But Worthy Poem by Manonton Dalan

raindrops falling on my umbrella
a melody of blowing wind mixing
with my tapping boots on dirt road
occupy my whole braving morning
towards carousel gate to workplace
where i swipe my red badge plastic

i'm with line of zombies now walking
programmed to go up to steel cavity
finding imperfection to mold to beauty
while chipping away eight clock revs
i'm wonder if dust will hurt us more
than fatigue of working long hours