The New Find Place

There is no life time sweet heart.
There is no life time relative.
There is no life time deity.
Visions grow to accommodate the new.

by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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I have an original pen & ink illustration of this poem by Joyce Mercer, known for her illustrations of Grimm's fairy tales. It was given to my aunt by the artist. A very graphic picture of a woman, with a background skeleton, sewing for her livelihood. Possibly this is the only copy.
What a sad but beautiful poem of endless strain on the mind and body through endless labor. Written at a time when there was not a lot of pleasure in life. Marilyn
This is a poem that shows the inhuman labor conditions leading to the fire in New York of the textile work shop in which so many died. Man's abuse of man...