The Wasteman Poem by Christoph Praus

The Wasteman



The Wasteman combs along the road,
Collects the diamonds in the rot,
His shoulders low and curved with time,
The weight of debris is his lot,
Though he'll not begrude the grime,
Needs must he bear this loathsome load.

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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