Everyday Life

Whistling While I Work 3/23/18

My hands are hammers and shovels

meant to build and wield

forge, create, and invent

the dreams which never yield


My stomach is the ball and chain

holding me in place

live, breathe, and survive

the painful truths I face


My heart it is a steaming force

moving me beyond

write, love, and program

the works my souls’ spawned


My lips are the instruments

which show my true smirk

push, sing, and endure

whistling while I work





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