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ONE BY THE NAME. Once time they lived a loving life, a weavers man and common wife. He toiled his days to pay the bills. Tho' life was good they shared no frills. Love flit around the humble home, on gentle wings, no care to roam. Tho' by the threshold, all the same, there lingered one, who by the name...... Who stirred not there until the day, the master called them in to say. The weaving there no more would be, their jobs were gone, he'd set them free. Just one and thrippence, last his pay. Such shame he felt this sombre day. Their lives could be the same no more, soon'd come the knock upon their door. His sorrows drowned in ale house there, his last was spent on wine and beer. The workhouse now may be his lot. More wages now there would be not. Their cupboard empty bare of bread. The hearth lay cold, the fire dead. No ale to drink, no loving smile. The bills not paid for long a while. The rent not met his wife did cry, and out the window love did fly. For came the knock and in stepped he, one by the name of poverty. 

Copyright © September 2015 kevin Dunn

This Poem was Critiqued By: Ashni Irey On Date: 2015-10-01 23:06:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I always love your poems because they rhyme and have a story to tell. I either learn something new or get sucked into a different world for a few minutes and then awaken to reality .. only to find it dull. This poem works its way nicely from good times to bad. I wish there's a sequel to this only because it has a sad ending. Rather, an incomplete one? Because bad times come by and give people a chance to do something to overcome it? Great write.. but I feel left wanting more.. :)

This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2015-09-27 12:45:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.00000
I really enjoyed the style this was written in - perhaps old verbiage but written with vivid imagery that clearly shows how anyone can go from rags to nothing - This world runs on money - lack of brings indigent and a clear loss of dignity as what was once familiar and comfortable is taken away leaving those that need - to find another way to live - It's economics - it's not even about being on a budget- nothing in employment is secured anymore - any bad turn will result in poverty and poverty is gaining ground - by millions - Very nicely written, Blessings, Deni
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2015-09-19 11:24:07
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I know you style is too write as though from a hundred years ago but the poem spirit speaks to what is still happing today. Loss of job leads to loss of confidence, loss of heat, loss of food and home. And sadly the worst loss of all love. Bravo. An excellent write
This Poem was Critiqued By: Medard Louis Lefevre Jr. On Date: 2015-09-05 23:39:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Very wonderful. A classical poem that rhymes, is musical, and tells a worthwhile and complete story. I know or at least recognize how hard (at least for me) this is to do. A masterful allegory. Thank you greatly for posting this. Again, my best, Mark
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