Hidden meanings always seem to escape dull, little me.

Saddening, as it was meant to be . . . it has a rhythm, like it could be put to music. A wistful melody with a thoughtful beat, softly spoken lyrics between a simple, one-liner chorus not included in the poem. The end could be death, and probably is in this instance (especially denoted by the line "for once I am gone will you bury me").

But then, it is not necissarily death, for you inquire when it begins, which means it may end with death or it might not . . . er, at least that's how I'm interpreting it.

When you come home raw with work I'll be there for you. I'll wait for you and take care of you . . . simply because I want to. *squeezes you tightly* Mrumph.

Hum... I usually do catch undertones in poems, though I'm not sure I got it in this one. The best thing I could think that you might be describing is a slave's life back in 'colonial America', or at least before the Civil War. I get the impression that you are speaking from a cotton-pickers point of view, or something of the like.

Good poem, though I wouldn't suggest the constant use of the word 'end'. I realize that this was probably a theme, but I personally thought you were kinda beating a dead horse.

Not that dead horses don't deserve beatings, though. Speaking of beating horses, Smarty Jones lost the Triple Crown! Shame...

I guess I repeated it a lot but that was because I wanted to put emphasis on that word and make the idea stand out each time, I guess I did too much though. Thanks for telling me, I'll try not to repeat it.