His Reward 

To accompany Tired out, body and soul

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 My dad worked down a coal-mine

For fifty two long years.

Quite a  'pleasant' occupation

If you liked blood, sweat and tears.

He had his share in injuries,

A pittance was his pay,

Yet back he'd trudge to that dark hole

Every single day.

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But, at last came the retirement

That he'd been waiting for,

And for fifty-two years service,

Appreciation lay in store.

He was really well rewarded

For a life on the coal-face

A chromium-plated pocket watch

In a little plastic case!

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Copyright Delia Bennett