A grimace at once gold ways the day was spent, <br />In toiling towns, in service for the sun, <br />Breaks file and feels it’s futile in repent. <br /> <br />The coffin-maker could make rich relent <br />If his frame housed one frown that had undone <br />A grimace at once gold ways the day was spent. <br /> <br />The plumber’s love, yet not his wet intent, <br />And not the dry days, which he’d worked and won, <br />Breaks file and feels it’s futile in repent. <br /> <br />The butcher gives bare time a grey assent, <br />But grows, like a killing-smile he cannot shun, <br />A grimace at once gold ways the day was spent. <br /> <br />The banker longs to lose all that he’s lent <br />When the simple smile, with which the deals were done, <br />Breaks file and feels it’s futile in repent. <br /> <br />When free, it is a terminating torrent, <br />It grounds high lives and makes the worthy none; <br />A grimace at once gold ways the day was spent <br />Breaks file and feels it’s futile in repent.<br /><br />Sean Godley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-grimace-at-once-gold-ways-the-day-was-spent/
