I will not go down the mine today,
those rocks are all too heavy.
I'm tired of my eyes knowing so much dark;
they're forever blind in the daylight.
I will not go to war with the hammer and roar
of chisel hard chipping at midnight.
I've never found gold in those desperate holes
and I've known no peace in those confines.
Another good one Rob. I especially like "chisel hard chipping at midnight."
ReplyDeleteDo you do happy poems?
Thanks Dave. I occasionally dabble in happy poems. This one's about a certain happy turning away from the dark! But as fat Tommy Aquinas would say "Quid quid recipitur ad modum recipientis recipitur."
ReplyDeleteYeah, well...he would say that.
DeleteTo paraphrase the Goodies:
Graham - "I don't thin I agree with that!"
Bill - "Why not?"
Graham - "Because I don't know what it means..."