Work I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Work I



Every day
Every hour
Work I

If compensated even miserably
Have I not secured
A shelter from oblivion
Old at least?

My vessel sails unmanned
The streets are wet
With gales and waters
Of a tempest stand.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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