The furrows are deep
this I know
How many years
of digging these rows?
How many years
of worrying about who knows?
How many years
of squinting in the sun?
I should have worn
sunglasses more often
And when did they start
printing signs so small?
Its getting so I barely
see them at all
My brow is my field
my expressions my hoe
and the furrows will only
continue to grow
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