some of us who are older nearer the end
approaching edge of the long count of our lives
can tell you their is a privilege in hard work
working land the heat of the sun honest sweat
producing working the land in stock in fields
producing food to feed people enriches lives
traders in shares trading effort of other lives
skimming off easy cream do not know workers
livestock fields not appreciated
cared for loved do not produce
milking honest workers to death
not paying a living wage is not wise
it is old age better to shake with Parkinson's disease
than toxic greed hate anger rage bred fed ruthless
Terence George Craddock (Shadows Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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