
It’s a hard life for me by heck it is
So much to do makes my head Whiz
Its a hard life by heck it is
so much to do puts me in a tizzy
I am a pit brow girl I work with mucky coal
It’s is better than my dad he works down the hole
when my day is done, I go home to help my mam,
Sometimes our main main meal’s only bread and jam
Its a hard life but I know no-other
There is only one of my lot, not work the pit
That person is, my Dear old Mother
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



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