Bricklayer Love

I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.

I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.

When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.

by Carl Sandburg

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Very beautifully stated in short and sweet lines. Lifted my spirits. Good.
Very beautifully stated in short and sweet lines. Lifted my spirits. Good.
Very beautifully stated in short and sweet lines. Lifted my spirits. Good.
Very beautifully stated in short and sweet lines. Lifted my spirits. Good.
I've never seen Boy George, but, boy, Dave, your poem makes me want to see him!
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