The Tired Worker Comments
O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon
Is waning into evening, whisper soft!
Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon
From out its misty veil will swing aloft!
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The wretched day was their, the night is mine Come tender sleep, and fold me to thy breast. The psych and emotions of over worked and tired worker have been beautifully portrayed. Thanks for sharing.
Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city.
Weary my veins, my brain, my life! Have pity! No! Once again the harsh, the ugly city. A poem of condolence and share of human sufferings. Very human and touching.
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7/20/2025 9:31:15 AM # 1.0.0
I love the older style that this poetry is written....not so common to see these days...