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writing The Worker and his Master (A poem for english class)


Twiliscael

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The Worker and his Master

Day and night, the worker toils.

All for what, another’s spoils.

Tedious repetition and never-ending,

Their relationship, the master has a way of never mending.

Why must he be the one to always rend?

Ascension will never be his end.

The worker, he faces so many trials,

The worker, down, down he spirals.

 

Knuckles bleeding, fingers fast as lightning,

This one’s efficiency is quite frightening.

The worker spends his days so tired,

Yet for rest, he has never once inquired.

For what he does is his duty,

His master’s pleasure is his booty

Watching, waiting, writing, never waning,

From his toils, he is always gaining.

Gripping his pen, and readying for class,

The master’s muscles begin to relax.

What must he try for?

When his hand will always be there to do more?

For the master is this student, the desk his kingdom,

His hand flies to work, but stops and thinks of it's freedom.

 

This hand could do whatever it will.

For whatever reason, it works still.

Decade to decade, century to century, millennia to millennia it stands strong,

For this hand knows its place, to disobey would be wrong.

In the end, this hand is but a slave,

In the end, the master is all it can save.

This hand is my hand, and together we achieve,

Down to business, I roll up my sleeve.

Troubles and toils, tricks and triumphs,

Together we’ve crossed so many humps.

This shaky relationship between it and I,

Is one by which we both abide by.

My hand is a tool that I need to thrive,

While me? The hand needs me to survive.

 

 

 

 

This is a poem I wrote for English class. We were told to write down the first 3 verbs, nouns, and adjectives that came to mind. After this, we were told that we had 3 days to write a poem about our hand using these 12 words. I tried to make it so that you wouldn't know it was about a hand until you reached the end of the poem. Everything before that is just a giant metaphor. I got a 92 on it and I honestly thought it sucked :D

 

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Edited by Velvet Remdeyiscael

 

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I tend to take the high road, get stoned, and fly low . . .

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