BRICKLAYER LOVE

I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer 
                          and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
 I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I 
                          used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the 
                           mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.






Carl SANDBURG
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