The Builder

Poem for the Working Class

L.T. Garvin
Dec 31, 2023

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

Even as his lungs fill

With contaminants and shards of siding

He knows that really

He can’t become old

Find himself under a bridge

A watcher of buildings, man of houses

With no house of his own

A man who built hospitals

Can’t see a doctor

He feeds the alley cat and understands its place

A stray himself, unwanted

He picks up the small, furry deity

An angel, true to form

Lost love to a starved soul

Photo by Austin Ramsey on Unsplash



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.