Shoveling Is Hard
Powerless am I against the falling snow
when I know that I alone can’t clear it all.
Still it falls, a perfect pall, stamping out the way
that I lay by broken shovel, aching back.
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Powerless am I against the falling snow
when I know that I alone can’t clear it all.
Still it falls, a perfect pall, stamping out the way
that I lay by broken shovel, aching back.
Woah! I love the rhythm of this piece as well as the rhymes that aren’t always at the end of the line! It works really well :>
The last sentence does not have the same rhythm of the first two, and kinda throws me off. Ending that sentence/line with a rhyme would probably sound best, but I’m not sure. Anyways, you did a great job :D
