Who Is More Worthy? - Poem by Wayne Bowen
Sweat of labor on back of pain
the odor of work present
while callous hands made by time
grip and hold the work of day.
Scars for work done show
as a badge of honor beneath
the sweat for the pain of yesterdays,
yet pride is taken for what
can be accomplished in the end.
Starch shirts look down
from glass towers while
planning sweat for others
as perfume follows the tap of high heels
in the hallways and offices.
Feeling glory for themselves
while marveling at the importance
of their task not aware of sweat
or pain made to accomplish
their good feelings.
They gather before each other
as wolves searching for credit
they think is deserved and bow
and speak flowery words to those above.
Yet they are not worthy
to share a meal even from a dented lunch
box already tested for loyalty
and carried through time by those who labor.
They have lost feeling for everything
and cling to hope only for themselves
until the end. They seek satisfaction
and not happiness because the
difference is a mystery to them.
Who is more worthy, the creator or the creation?
In the end who will be most remembered.
Some say both because they are the same.
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