On Shearing

my wife and I,
are getting closer to the edge,
the margin
where failed strength lives.
Every year
we shear
is a lesson
in fear
learned in struggle.
And to whom does it matter
if I can't grab and tump
a sheep on its butt to be shorn?
It matters to us,
my wife and I,
the proto-peasants.
But there will come a time
when this complaint
will no longer make sense.
There will be no one left
who lived and loved
its truth.
No one.

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*Shear Misery*

The wool from sheep
Can never be cheap.
Our backs are way too sore
To move any faster with the delightful chore.


(in response to @tellio and their reality)

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