there were professions
where workers worked in darkness night
ancestors were coal miners...
went to work walked in darkness
worked all day in a night of darkness
walked home work done in darkness
lived a life working in coal darkness...
lived a life working in darkness denied the light
except for wonder of it day off Sunday of light
if not a dark day raining shining not miracle light
coal miners could go months not seeing daylight...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem