You Reap What You Sow… Poem by Mark Heathcote

You worked your hands to the bone
Shivered in threadbare shoes and clothes
Counting your blessings for what still grows
For what still shivers in its coals as it glows.

You worked for every penny that deftly rolls
And forced you to trek and leave your home.
You worked to feed your brood, your clan
And all those others as only you girl can.

Oh, the value of a new pair of high-heeled shoes
Can't even lift your blues, but what does he choose
My dear, just another crate of beer and wine
To help him raise his crimson dimpled smile.

You worked to make a chicken broth casserole
You worked your fingers to the bone
Only to wish he would support you the same
But now my child there is only him to blame.

You reap what you sow
And now dear it's time for you to go
And tell him, you reap what you sow
It's time for me, and our children to go.
You reap what you sow
You reap what you sow
You reap what you sow