| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 7. Mill-Doors |
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| YOU never come back. | |
| I say good-by when I see you going in the doors, | |
| The hopeless open doors that call and wait | |
| And take you then for—how many cents a day? | |
| How many cents for the sleepy eyes and fingers? | 5 |
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| I say good-by because I know they tap your wrists, | |
| In the dark, in the silence, day by day, | |
| And all the blood of you drop by drop, | |
| And you are old before you are young. | |
| You never come back. | 10 |
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