The willing workhorse
Never complains,
Never tells you
Of his pains;
Never a task
Avoid or shirk,
Just adds it to his burden,
Carries on with his work;
Follows his devoted path
His loyal road,
Carries on pulling the plough
His heavy load;
Then, quietly, in the evening
His sweat all poured,
Lies down and rests his bones
As his sole reward.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
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A great metaphor for what industry would want but they have shot too many of the old faithful animals now days and there are not many left to take the spots so machines have taken their place where horse power is no measured in the hundreds and thousands and the old loyal workhorse is turned out to pasture prior to the glue factory. A very nicely written poem with great allegory and good rhyme and meter. A fave
Interesting, Your poem “The Willing Workhorse” is a strong and heartfelt piece.
An old saying “Idle hands are the devils work shop.” Nice
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