Over Worked Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Over Worked



Over worked and underpaid,
just a minumwage slave,
working in chilling cold weather,
or back braking hot sun,
picking tomato's or potatoes then none,
my work is never done,
grass greener somewhere,
over a hill a valley but never there.
I wonder if anyone cares.

Saturday, March 2, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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