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Friday, June 24, 2022

THE COAL MINER'S TRIBUTE

 
                 A COAL MINER HE HAD ALWAYS BEEN
                HE HAD DONE HIS JOB WITH PRIDE
                HIS GOLDEN YEARS LIVED TO THE FULLEST
                UNTIL THE LORD CALLED AND HE DIED

                NOW HE LAY IN A BRONZE METAL BOX
                AS FAMILY AND FRIENDS PAID THEIR RESPECT
                AND THEN THE GROUP OF MEN ARRIVED
                AND DID SOMETHING NO ONE COULD EXPECT

                IN OVERALLS CLEANED AND HOLES PATCHED
                THEIR BOOTS POLISHED, BEST THEY COULD
                HARD HATS, CARBIDE LAMPS EACH ONE HAD
                THEY HAD COME TO HONOR AS THEY SHOULD

                NOW ONE BY ONE, THEY CAME FORTH
                THEIR HEADS BOWED SILENTLY FOR EFFECT
                UPON THEIR HEADS WORE THEIR HATS
                WITH THEIR LAMPS LIT BRIGHTLY TO REFLECT

                YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A SINGLE PIN DROP
                IN THAT FUNERAL HOME THAT DAY
                AS EACH MAN CHOSE TO HONOR HIS FRIEND
                IN HIS OWN SPECIAL UNIQUE WAY

                AS EACH STOOD BEFORE THE CASKET
                HE RAISED HIS HAND TO HIS BRIM
                IN A REMEMBRANCE OF A LIFE ONCE LIVED
                HIS CARBIDE LAMP HE SLOWLY DIMMED

                NOT A DRY EYE COULD BE SEEN
                AS THE LAMPS, THEY FLICKERED OUT
                TO COMMEMORATE THE LIFE OF A MAN
                WHO’S BODY, ITS SOUL AND SPIRIT WAS WITHOUT

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