Better Life for us

Written by: Matthew Horstkotter

His hands badly callused swollen with pain
Working hard in hopes of financial gain
He keeps our house warm
Shoes on our feet
Plenty of food on our table to eat
He ask for no thanks from any of us
For him he does not want a fuss
He always puts us first
His life a hard labor curse
But in the morning he rises 
Goes off to a job he demises
For a better life for us