You worked your hands to the bone <br />Shivered in thread bare shoes and clothes <br />Counting your blessings for what still grows <br />For what still shivers in its coals as it glows. <br /> <br />You worked for every penny that deftly rolls <br />And forced you to trek and leave your home. <br />You worked to feed your brood your clan <br />And all those others as only you girl can. <br /> <br />Oh the value of a new pair of high heeled shoes <br />Can’t even lift your blues, but what does he chose <br />My dear, just another crate of beer and wine <br />To help him raise his crimson dimpled smile. <br /> <br />You worked to make a chicken broth casserole <br />You worked your fingers to the bone <br />Only to wish he would support you the same <br />But now my child there is only him to blame. <br /> <br />You reap what you sow… <br />And now dear it’s time for you to go <br />And tell him, you reap what you sow <br />It’s time for me, our children to go. <br />You reap what you sow… <br />You reap what you sow… <br />You reap what you sow…<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-reap-what-you-sow/
