the daily grind of work







He goes to work each morning
often before its light
careful to remember
the things he must get right.

The traffic is often heavy
the sky is often grey
but he has to make the best of things
to get him through the day.

He goes back home each evening
sometimes after dark
too late to see those he loves
and take them to the park.

He feels a little weary
with nothing much to say
and slowly drifts off to sleep
too tired to save his day.

But deep in the heart of the man you see
lives the man he wants to be
free to live life, his own way
true to himself, every single day.

A man who can make dreams come true
a man like me, a man like you
A man who can set his spirit free
to be the man he wants to be.

He goes to work each morning
the sky is often grey
and it’s, just another day,
just another day…





Submitted: July 25, 2010

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Awesome poem, very deep look at the working man. I like it :)

Sun, July 25th, 2010 10:40am


thank you for the encouraging comment,
best regards,

Mon, July 26th, 2010 1:14am


thank you Amy, at least now I have finished working I have time to indulge in the things I want to do, such as writing and photography and spending time with my young grandchildren.

Mon, July 26th, 2010 3:51am

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