What We’d All Do Poem by Cameron Gallant

Blisters.
Cracked hands wilting in the elements
Harvesting crops but for how long
Before the hands can do no more and fall off

Doubts.
Wondering when the lake will dry out
And then they will have to flee
How long till he’s let down his family

Choices?
But choices are sometimes fallacies
Try as you may but you can’t hide the truth
Some time you’ll have to leave

Sweat.
Pay all the labors to only pay rent
Push till the blisters run bare
All for the family for whom you’ll always do your best

(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)