Poetry

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Coal mines in my daddy's day,
Were dug with strong hands and back
They got larger and deeper,
As the lungs of the miners turned black

Cave-ins, fires and explosions,
Were my father’s daily fear.
But what choice has a man
When the wolf of hunger is near.

With three small kids and a wife,
There were five stomachs to fill
As we lived in poverty,
In our shack below a hill.

I feel his blood within me,
As the years of my life pass by,
I'm proud that dad dug King Cole,
For a miner so am I.

Life to me is but a rose,
Though it's thorns can make me cry.
And like my dad before me,
To my Lord I will not lie.

In cold earth someday I’ll sleep,
With a shinny stone above.
Carved in it, shall be the words,
"I have known the joy of love."


Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America

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