Working Man
This man cannot grasp
His task at hand.
With fervor he tries
Diligently.
Trying, working, his
Sweat soaks his brow.
It is getting dark.
What will he do?
He tries to finish
But, can’t get it.
The Sun sets, time runs
Out, defeated.
Time to pack it in.
He bows his head.
With a last big sigh,
He lays to rest.
Maybe next time, he
Thinks to himself.
Copyright © Mike Beard | Year Posted 2017
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