Sophia White

Rookie ('90 / America)

A Day's Work - Poem by Sophia White

What ho! A day’s work is done.
Work indeed! For I’ve done none.
No bread is earned, no bacon won,
Oh, the sand of words is run.
For me there’s no appreciation,
For you can’t sell poems to an American.

Comments about A Day's Work by Sophia White

  • Rookie Charles Darkly (1/17/2012 8:38:00 PM)

    I like this one, but the last two lines are what drive it home. Great poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Kefentse Sathekge (10/31/2007 10:12:00 AM)

    Quite a catchy poem, one can sense some element of arrogance on the last line - good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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