A letter to the future
I’m a worker
I sweat, bleed, and cry
working in the textile mill for a living
the threads I made run through my life
I stumble through the cracks growing up
but even though I stumble I still get back up
It’s piss poor living with all the rats
I see my fellow immigrants come from different countries
Trying to make the same living that I make
Ireland, Germany, Russia, Poland, England,
Africa
Brushes, paste, clothing, yarn, ,chains, jewelry, tools
rope, machines, leather ,wool , boats , trains, tracks
Dear Diary,
I heard that an old lady, Mother Jones,
is coming from the Midwest
to help us organize , to get an education.
I wonder if this isn’t another one of those politicians
Man, life can be a drag, but making a living can be sweeter
A letter to the past
Listen, life can be your partner
Then it can claim that it will always be there for you
threading your past with our future
It is a lesson for us
I learn not to trust it
Life it’s always unpredictable
So I lie through my teeth to keep my pain at bay
You from the past were always grateful for what you had
We are always stingy with what we don’t have
You had little things but you were grateful for them
We’ve got a lot but we want more
Cell phones , iPods , mp3′s , new cars, clothes, shoes
and new tvs
You didn’t have a chance at education
We were privileged with learning
but we’re not grateful
I look through a fog to see who is on the other side
I pull the thread to the opposite side to see you
but all I see is me