Steven Harris

Time To Throw Down The Shovel - Poem by Steven Harris

Another working day
7: 00am rise
heading off down the
digging and hammering
building and chopping
blisters on my fingers
blood on me knees
sweet on my forehead
working life
65 and still pulling my
hoping for retirement soon
I'll jet off to Spain
I'll sit on a beach
I'll make sure there's cold beer
on hand and a daily paper
too old to be digger the
too bored to be carry on
it's time to throw the shovel
to the ground
and the hammer into the
time to wash my hands of it
time to sit down and let
the day go by
65 it's been to long.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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