Scott McQueen

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The Work I Hate - Poem by Scott McQueen

Could it be so? Is my end this near?
Is that the carriage of Death I hear?
No, it can't be. I've wasted no time.
I did not play or have a good time

I worked and I toiled, day in and day out
I gave not a whimper, I did not pout
So why does Death draw ever faster?
What treachery's this? I must speak to his Master

Maybe that's it; that must be the answer
The toil I've done is simply cancer
All the work that I've done in this lifetime
Has create a tumor, filled with lost time

Planted in the plains of cowardice
Sewn into the soil of avarice
Watered by my lonely tears
Grown under a Sun of broken cheer

The work that I've done was meaningless
For it did not yield for me happiness
I wasted my life working for pain
I did work that I hated and saw no gain


Comments about The Work I Hate by Scott McQueen

  • Bronze Star - 2,481 Points Cynthia Buhain-baello (10/20/2012 9:19:00 PM)

    Remarkable and deeply compelling, this is brilliantly written and the lines just cut through the reader's conscience and provokes reflective thoughts. I find the form and content excellently conveyed.10+++++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, October 22, 2012


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