I hear him humming <br />A song of increase in pay <br />The same tune he keeps on drumming <br />Day after day after day <br /> <br />'Increase in pay, ’ he says <br />'Increase in play, ' he says <br /> <br />Today his hair is whiter than grey <br />Thirteen increments of pay <br />But he still keeps on humming <br />The same tune he keeps on drumming <br /> <br />'Increase in pay, ’ he says <br />'Fewer hours, more power, ' he says <br /> <br />No more do they listen <br />Once they did when he glistened <br />Now they wait gently endlessly <br />Now they debate quietly mercilessly <br /> <br />'Delay the pay, ' they say <br />'Decrease the play, ' they say <br />Can't you see his hair has turned all grey? <br />Soon! Soon he shall only wither away! <br /> <br />Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi<br /><br />Sylvia Chidi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/increase-in-pay/
