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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GRUNTER, by WALT MASON Poet's Biography First Line: If you're complaining of your task, and sighing Last Line: His wages, will land some morning at the dump, and there he'll stay for ages. Subject(s): Industrial Workers Of The World (i.w.w.); Labor & Laborers; Labor Unions; Wages; Work; Workers; Salaries | |||
IF you're complaining of your task, and sighing as you labor, I greatly fear you'll never bask in Easy street, my neighbor. The world is seeking willing hands to keep its pulleys turning; it will pass up the gent who stands, for soft employment yearning. The man who drops away behind, who cannot make the riffle, keeps talking of the dreary grind, and all that sort of piffle. The man who gayly does his work, pretending to enjoy it, who, be his tool a spade or dirk, will cheerfully employ it, who, though he may be feeling dead, will never make confession, is he who marches at the head of industry's procession. The man who grunts whene'er he swings his fountain pen or hammer, who never smiles and never sings, or makes a cheerful clamor, who never will consent to hump until he sees his wages, will land some morning at the dump, and there he'll stay for ages. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORK by ALEKSANDR SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN HUDSON RIVER ANTHOLOGY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES THE PAY ENVELOPE (1) by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST |
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