Gleaner i

arobot

Gleaner I 

 

I am the kind that for a sesame seed

Would give up a huge melon, fat offer

to make hundreds in an hour tutoring.

A day’s work a mouth hardly could feed

 eking out an existence by collecting

Red beans and mung beans when ripe

Would pop from their pods by nature

There are oft some pods late to mature

That remain sealed, maybe the autist type

A collection of a carton comes to a cup

More are in the field all scattered on

And I kneel down to pick them one by one

How i warship their lavish,

They are worth my every ravish

Just when i am moved by my enterprise

I come to disdain my work as pointless

Many a grain in the wild would sprout off hand

Into new plants to produce more on earth

But into me, what would come out of worth

Since i am as barren as a concrete waste land

 

  • Author: arobot (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2022 09:18
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery, a strong voice!
    thanks for sharing



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