Our Toils Obscure Poem by Michael Pruchnicki
Our Toils Obscure
'Fame is the name of the game, '
Abel said, 'fame and fortune! '
Rob looked up from his work.
'Get a hold of that shovel, brother!
Put your back into it. Spread
the manure and hope for the best! '
Are there men and some women
who seek fame and fortune
in all the wrong places?
You bet there are!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: places,brother,women
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