Cost of Coal

[Frank E Gibbard]

Beneath our daylight miners plying their labour,

Risk of death and disaster is a near neighbour

Uptop-living folk would never certainly entertain,

Preferring safely in the benificent air to remain.

In small dark corridors brave men pay a big toll

Hard as deep as black as low-lying elusive coal;

Safe close at home, never restive, women wait,

Eyes dart often at slow moving clocks if it's late.

A stir or two of hubby's stew is all there is to do,

Fred'll fall indoors half-dead this she surely knew.

But bad days like good days, will turn up as days may,

Fred said: "on me way luv" that day to his missus Fay;

Off he went to ever present danger down into the pit,

Fay never knew it was a special day but fate decided it.

[tonyv]

Poets are often the bearers of truths, Frank. So many things have hidden "costs." Well done shining a miner's light on a commodity sometimes taken for granted.

 

Tony

[Frank E Gibbard]

Thanks Tony for the response, my you've been busy on your welcome return. FRANK