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Hard Work

6/7/2010

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 I work like a dog in the Bakersfield heat

There’s a pain in my back and a hurt in my seat

My legs they are sore and my feet they are numb

And that pound in my head like the beat of a drum

The good book it says that a man who won’t work

Well he shouldn’t even eat … that old lazy jerk

Not word for word but the meaning you get

You work for your keep and your family is set

I really don’t mind doing my part

But it seems really dark the earlier I start

And when I finish the sun has gone down

The street lights already are painting the town

The days they all melt into fatigable one

My work never finished the job never done

When my sore body at last hits the hay

The pain in my shoulder just might go away

I’m so excited my head it will spin

Because tomorrow morning I start all again!


David Kettler

Written 5/20/09

This poem just came about one morning when I was so sore that I could barely get out of my chair. I can’t even remember what I did the day before but I remember that it was a very full day of hard physical labor! Mom says that we get the work ethic from the Rodreick side of the family. I know my brother Dick sure has it, even Mark says that he can work any of us under the table!    


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