Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TIRED, by WALT MASON


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First Line: When I was working on a farm, and brandished
Last Line: Bugs.
Subject(s): Weariness; Fatigue


WHEN I was working on a farm, and brandished, with my strong right arm, the
muzzle-loading hoe, I said, "I'm tired of such a grind; some softer snap I'll
have to find, and to the town I'll go." I got a job in Stucker's store, and
there I worked three months or more, and still was short of bliss; and so I
muttered, with a sob, "I'll have to hunt another job—there is no fun in
this." I wrote insurance for a while, and, as I walked mile after mile, to rope

some "prospect" in, I said, "I'm weary of this stunt; some other graft I'll have

to hunt, at which a man may win." I got a job at grooming swine, and found it
wasn't very fine, nor what I had desired; and so I raised my voice and swore, as

I had often sworn before, "This labor makes me tired." I never found a job I
liked; from every form of toil I hiked, until I broke my tugs; that's why
they're taking me today out to the poorhouse, far away, where paupers swat the
bugs.





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