The Builder

Poem for the Working Class

L.T. Garvin


The old carpenter winces

It’s the shoulder again

Thrown out by lifting

Boards up, up skyward

Constant grind, bending the boards

To house the content, corporate culture

The ones with jobs that really matter

Cabinets of pain

The carpenter still strong of arm

And legs that climb heavenward



L.T. Garvin

Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.