Tuesday, June 2, 2009

The Working Man

Every morning...

He trudged on down
That broken road
Awash in sun's
First light;
His lunch pail
Scratched and dented.


Every night...

He trudged on down
That same old road
Abandoned in
The dark;
To his wife
And to the house he rented.


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Photo by Lois Anne.

11 comments:

Cezar and Léia said...

Hi Jacob!
This poem is very impressive!I think this man dreams on changing his life but he is so tired to try!

..."I wonder, sometimes, what leads us to choose a life of coolness; in fact, I don't wonder, I challenge myself! The answer I know by heart, it is printed on the distance and coldness of smiles, on the looseness of hug, on the indifference of the "Good Mornings", almost whispered.
The passion burns, love drives us crazy, desire deceives.

Perhaps these are good reasons to choose between joy and pain, to feel nothing, but they are not. If virtue was placed in the mean, the sea would not have waves, the days would be cloudy and the rainbow in shades of gray.

The void does not shine and does not inspire, does not afflict nor tranquillizes, only broadens the emptiness that each of us has within..."

Jacob said...

Wow, Cezar and Leia...

What a great comment! You certainly caught the idea of the poem...

Where did the quote come from - it is extremely meaningful...that would be worth another post in itself!

Thank you for your constant expressions of kindness and love...

Peace!

J.

Léia said...

Hi again dear Jacob!
This text is a fragment from a chronicle written in Portuguese language by Sarah Westphal ( amateur writer from Santa Catarina - South Brazil) (http://www.pensador.info/autor/Sarah_Westphal)

Cezar kindly translated these "paragraphs".
Hugs from Brazil
Léia

Jacob said...

Thank you so much. And thanks for the translation, Cezar. I would like to use one of these days if I could...

You're the greatest!

Unseen Rajasthan said...

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Asta said...

Hi Jacob,
A very beautiful poem.

To make a change in ones life requires a lot of strength. Perhaps lack of strength is preventing us from challenging ourselves.....?

Jacob said...

Thanks to all for your wonderful and inspiring comments.

Asta, I agree with you...but I also think that there are some people so beaten down by the system, they have not only no energy or strength, but no way of even seeing other possibilities...

The fellow in the poem was one of those...

Juergen Kuehn said...

It's an amazing poem, Jacob, full of clarity and truth - and if it is his pusuit of happiness, all of it is okay.
Juergen

Denise Jelonek said...

Very interesting poem. Surely, makes you think. Kind of sad.

Shaun said...

Jacob... I like this. It is depressing but rings true in so many aspects of life today. Purely on a superficial level, I am not sure what you were thinking but I guess "there must be more to life" comes to mind... On another level I think that carefully chosen words make this really meaningful. It may be sad that this appealls to a wide "audience" huh. I am going to look around the blog. I have alot of respect for people who are able to do poetry and do it well and this site is really nice.

Jacob said...

Thank you, Shaun! I think what I had in mind a reflection of how so many people are caught in a particular life (often from childhood) that is almost impossible to break out of...

The culture of poverty is simply crushing...