In a time when workers' rights barely existed, Grandpa tries his best to do the right thing.
Have you ever felt alone? Are you sure about that? I mean, are you really sure?
I don't usually do poems but this came to me while I've been working on a story about the environment and how everyone is saying we're sleepwalking into a catastrophe but so many people still don't seem to be doing anything about it. It was getting in the way so I thought I'd get it down on paper quickly and then I could get back to my story. It's not exactly Grace Petrie but it seemed a shame to waste it.