The Printing Press Operator

The sound of the presses While they run at high speed The reporters and editor Trying to fill a town's need The feel of fresh newsprint And the smell of the ink Working on broken machinery Sometimes old and extinct Trying to meet deadlines Proofreading as i go A fast-paced stressful job But it's work i love so To see the newspaper As it comes hot off the press Taking pride in my printing For in so many homes it will rest To leave at days end And feel pride in my chest Now the town's got their news I can go home, get some rest.