Best Working Man Poems

A Hard Working Man

Many days have gone by and still I hear you across from the depot
There you sat on a bar stool and took...

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The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue...

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These Hands, These Hands

I have seen hands like this before
In every size and color
Hands that are parched and withered
Strong hands, tired hands
Hands that can bear...

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Who am I? 

Who am I?
I was a working man who worked day and night.
Living in darkness and hoping to see light. 
I’ve lived with...

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There are so many sounds
That are enjoyed by so many
But the sounds i love most
Are by plectrum or penny


Lindsey Buckingham playing "Go Your Own Way"
Even...

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Woke up this morning
 on the wrong side of the tracks.
Left out leaving for all the right reasons
 and all the wrong facts.

Caught a ride...

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There once was a cat who hadn't much sense.
He liked to sit, every night, on a neighborhood fence
And sing, at the top of his not...

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It used to be that many dreamed.
At least that is the way it seemed.
But that was more than a few years ago now.
A good life...

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From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps...

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(A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid and myself)

I hear a whisper…

In my dream last night, you've found another woman to hold
In your lonely nights, she...

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In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins! 
They turn around and...

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Every four to eight years , 
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I’ll take you back, to the old dark times,
To try and paint you a picture. 
A tale of a man, just sixteen years old,
Who had...

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The mighty line their pockets, 
And the workers pay the price.
Racing along in the jaws of the rat, 
As we fight for moral life.

Wrongs no...

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Mossy vines served as camouflage for a  d
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