Penny Chesek

Rookie (10/11/1955 / Jersey City, New Jersey)

Lost Tuesday - Poem by Penny Chesek

Thirteen Men went under the Ground,
To find nothing but darkness all around,
Their Families, they worried both night and day,
Till finally help, was on the way,
A little bit, Both too little too late,
Until all but one, went through the Pearly Gates,
Come with me, let me be your Guild,
To Heaven We'll go, up high in the Sky,
The people you were, The Angels you'll Be,
Watching over your Family
A Brother, Your Husband, Your Uncle, and Son,
Your Life on Earth is now Done

A Tribute To All Miners, All Over

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008

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