working in a coal mine

The sun rises in the distant sky,
A new day dawns for all to see;
For those who dare, it’Time for the work’,
Descending into a world of black.

Miners gather, their lanterns bright,
To light their way through tunnels cold and dark;
Each man an expert in his craft,
Their skill will earn them meager pay.

Heavy boots step down hardened earth,
Echoes of pickaxes fill the air;
Chiseling away at black-veined walls
A miner’s song – a prayer for care.

Faint glimmers from their helmets glow,
As coal is unearthed in the mine’s depths;
Sweat and toil are wages paid,
For the fuel that powers kingdoms.

Back-aching labor yields its fruit,
A mound of blackened stones is formed;
Coal becomes a treasure sought,
As it feeds the factories of dawn.

Fallen grains of coal dust dance,
Settling on brows and uniforms worn;
Mementos from their underground home,
In every breath and step they share.

Through the day, they toil unseen,
Their efforts bringing light to all;
A thankless task that few will know,
The labor of the coal miner’s call.

In shadowed depths and creeping gloom,
A camaraderie is born and grown;
Bonds forged in danger’s fiery flames,
Keep their spirits safe from harm.

As the long day comes to a close,
Miners trudge back towards the light,
Their faces etched with lines of work,
Their hearts filled with pride and might.

Stepping forth into the open air,
They feel the sun’s warm touch again;
In their hands, a treasure black as night,
A symbol of their strength and kin.

For every ton that they excavate,
Their lives entwine with the land;
Each breath tainted by coal dust,
Yet their spirits proudly stand.

As day turns into night once more,
They rest, their tasks now done;
For tomorrow they’ll take up their tools,
And descend again to the world of black, where coal is won.

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