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Al Drood
Poems
Jul 2019
At the Workhouse
At six o’clock your day begins
You pray forgiveness for your sins
Your gruel and your clothes are thin
At the workhouse
Pick oakum ‘til your fingers bleed
It matters not your age nor creed
The overseer will tend your needs
At the workhouse
At noon you take your daily bread
A little meat or cheese instead
You eat in silence bow your head
At the workhouse
And when the working day is o’er
Your body aches your hands are sore
Your bed’s a pallet on the floor
At the workhouse
And pauper when your day is past
There’ll be no coffin gilt with brass
You’ll lie in sackcloth ‘neath the grass
At the workhouse
Written by
Al Drood
M/North Yorkshire
(M/North Yorkshire)
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