Our Toils Obscure Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Our Toils Obscure



'Fame is the name of the game, '
Abel said, 'fame and fortune! '

Rob looked up from his work.
'Get a hold of that shovel, brother!
Put your back into it. Spread
the manure and hope for the best! '

Are there men and some women
who seek fame and fortune
in all the wrong places?

You bet there are!

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