I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I
used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the
mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.
Bricklayer Love
Carl Sandburg
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Poem topics: sun, woman, wrong, thought, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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