By Charles Robert Lindholm
working in the salt mines
it’s a hard and daily grind
a slave to weekly wages
it’s a life that’s so unkind
no parties with the mighty
the famous and the rich
chained to debt and paychecks
they dig within the ditch
it’s not what they had hoped for
it’s not their dream come true
but little choices led the way
and now it’s what they do
the secrets, no one told them
or they ignored them if they did
married at a tender age
and now they have a kid
a vicious cycle becomes a rut
familiar in a way
trading time for dollars
afraid to break away
making changes, taking chances
forcing life to pay
freedom’s choice seems risky
and so they choose to stay
bound by the chains that bind them
they’ve surrendered up their souls
and rent themselves for wages
once they’ve given up their goals
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
The Reluctant Poet 
Great piece of poetry Charles. I was brought up in a coal mining community and you have managed to capture the spirit of miners.
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Thank you Davy! So glad you liked it and that it rang true with you. I guess there are more than real mines that we work in, aren’t there?
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We mine every day Charles 🙂
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Our heart, soul and mind? Nice!
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