I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you are a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.
I don't care like I used to;
I lay bricks straighter than I used to
and I sing slower handling the trowels afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky
and the mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.
- Carl Sandburg