FIVE IN THE MORNING

a poem by Edwin Keith Jepson, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

FIVE IN THE MORNING
Its five in the morning
And Im out of bed
And I will work down the pit
Till the day I drop dead
I work on the coal face
With cap lamp and key
And the shearer cuts coal
As it roars towards me
I pump up the chocks
When the shearer has gone
But the dust and the dark
Make my work very throng
Its now about ten
And its water
And bread
Which is snap time for me
And I wipe my forehead
Then after a while
The shearer comes back
Tearing aside
Anything in its track
Tons of coal
On the panzer chain
Finishes up on the surface
Then transferred to a train
When the wagons are loaded
The trains destination
Is
To carry the coal
To each power station
And this goes on
For a Year
And a day
Not forgetting the past
The coals here to stay
It’s the twenty first century
And gone is our term
When the government
Took over
Using privatised firm
But its five in the morning
And im out of bed
And I will work down the pit
Till the day
I drop dead
I work on the coal face
With cap lamp and key
And the shearer cuts coal
As it roars towards me
But I will work down the pit
Till the day
I drop dead

BY EDWIN KEITH JEPSON
UK

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