FREE ESSAY ON A LIFE I'LL NEVER KNEW

A LIFE I'LL NEVER KNEW

The deafening roar of metal beasts greets me every day,
As the fac'try doors I open wide,
Remembrin' what my mother always used to say,
I slowly saddened make my way inside.
I take my place along the line, as routine as can be,
Retrieve my needle and my off white thread,
Felling trapped, wishing to live free,
While questions, 'why?,' 'what if?,' soar through my head.
"You go out there and do your stuff," Mom told me every morn'.
She smiled proudly, then she'd hug me tight.
"Don't be late, and come right home," she'd warn,
Then wave till I had vanished out of sight.
Not once did I forget about my mother back at home,
And I cared for both my sisters with my heart,
But I was forced to work, I couldn't leave, I couldn't roam,
Until that whistle blew, then home I'd dart.
Runninn,' sprintin,' homeward bound, a grin across my face.
Finally, I'm home, but out of breath.
I sat there gasping loudly, from such a grueling pace.
"How much? How much?" came from my sister, Beth.
From my pocket I'd pull some coins, and jingle them around,
And get a giggle, from my sister, Paige.
I held out my hand, there was no sound,
As I anxiously added up the wage.
My mother's face would glow with pride, she'd kiss me o'er my brow,
And hug my sisters closely while she said,
"Your brother's brought home one more one more dollar, now,
I'll go to town and fetch a loaf of bread."
Back at work, the days grew longer, painful, every one,
As each machine would thunder out its tune.
I grew weary, but stayed a faithful son,
Thinking, saying, 'I'll be back home soon.'
But unsanitary filth engulfed my lonesome soul,
A dusty atmosphere of grime and dirt.
My strength and health became a daily toll
And with each hour, my tired fingers hurt.
My only friends are my needle, and the thread I use,
Hastily, another stitch I sew
Upon a young boy's pair of running shoes,
Who lives a life that I will never know.