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vocation
I do it every day … can’t
be helped
it’s poetry
or so I say
no metaphor intended
though I could call it
music
though I could claim an
art
and yes , by accident
of course
see these fences, all
still standing
must be where I’ve
mended
easy
see – that’s it!
out you come…
all you have to
just these few lines
every morning
no date for their
release
first thing and
sometimes wake me
like the dream went on
there isn’t a heaven
for up
I’m not waiting for
some pinhead angel
to land, declaim
to offer fame
you don’t think I have
fears?
throw myself to the
lions sometimes
harp at a cow
chuck pearls
trip myself up often
it keeps me warm
the falling
not doing it to win the
gong
not here for the
anecdote
the chat, the likes
I’d rather it became a
song
I do it every day
no slouch
it’s with a worker’s
cap I doff
get better by doing it
I’m better for that
I make a career
go headlong
I take frail hearts
with me
saworkingholday
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