Lost Tuesday Poem by Penny Chesek

Lost Tuesday



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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Penny Chesek

Penny Chesek

Jersey City, New Jersey
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