A Working Man's Blues - Poem by Joseph Anderson
The other day, after nearly 50 years of working
as a custom draperies fabricator, I had a down day.
This little limerick style ditty resulted-
For every order there's a season;
A time to sew and a time to sweep,
A time to bill and a time to pleat,
A time for sweat and deep regret
For an earlier job I didn't keep.
Ah! That seems to help
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