Family Man
He closes out one more day
And writes down the tally mark
He puts all the toys away
And locks them all in against dark
Here is a family man
Deep in the throes of life
The requiem of comfort
Avails in battle and wife
When darkness pours down at noon
When winter brings discontent
When time is marked by coffee spoons
You may wonder where pleasure went
Here is a family man
Far into his orderly mess
Good tidings of great joy
The buffet of loneliness
He sharpens the Thanksgiving knife
And leads the chant of grateful words
Sets the table, his altar of life
For a scapegoat or a scavenging bird
Here is a family man
Straight into his target of goods
Immediate in each plan
And tragically faithful but good
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2022
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