Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TIRED, by WALT MASON Poet's Biography 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 jobthere 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALUE IN MOUNTAINS: 10 by KENNETH REXROTH IMPERIAL NOSTALGIAS: 4 by CESAR VALLEJO BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WEARINESS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NEURASTENIA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |
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