The Poem of a Working Man

Living through the raging storm I am battered yet still alive Thankful for God’s grace which help’s me to survive At times it seem’s the darkness is going to take my life But I hold on through the turmoil with visions of my children and my wife It is my duty to protect them Until I take my final breath I refuse the path of failure and will crawl from the jaws of death No one will step up to protect them Or guide in the provisions I’ve set aside Many would come as vultures taking advantage as they cried I fight hard in this battle But is not for my own life I do so Sometimes would be far easier If I accepted t’is my time to go It’s not for king or country or the rich who make the rules Nor for any social society who anoint’s these clamoring fools I press on now to find my victory Claiming neither fortune or any fame I do the task required of me…… any loving man would do the same It’s in great times of turmoil the important things come to light My job is to serve my family and I’ll do so with all my might. Darrell ( I don’t seem to be able to use a ‘ in my titles I adjusted the title from. “ A Working Man’s Poem) . Suggestions ?