The Tears of a Clown

Now if there's a smile upon my face…

I am the Son…


Of a man who worked in the pits of Fife in Scotland,

In eighteen inches of water, on his hands and knees.

As a fourteen year-old boy.

And who came for many a year, to work in the deep coal mines of Nottinghamshire.

To put food on his family’s table.

I will not forget these men, and their families.


April 10, 2013 - Posted by | Times Gone By | , , ,

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