Short Working Man Poems
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its no wonder many say he's strong
relaxing with his love didn’t feel wrong
but there was once a time
when Moose was in his prime
Working Man felt just like his theme song
I never seen a man,
like Bill Gates!
he,s a successful man,
but knows what's God,
and praise his name.
He respect the leaders,
the poor and the rich,
although he's rich
more than i am.
I really love him,
and his principles at large,
because he's the working man,
attracts every one to work like him.
What Crises
It's Just like always
the rich got richer and the poor got poorer
but soon comes the time for change
when the poor ole working man will take a stand
against the wealthy that own the land
and I'm sure it will happen time and again
at least until the bitter end
my freind
at least until the bitter end
You sacraficed you happiness---------FOR
Your family and husband,-------------THE
Intelligent, loving, generous, caring,-- GIVER
I love you, precious-----------------MOTHER
Forgive the---------------------- PROTECTOR
He's just a hard working man-------MUFFIN
(I am still under anesthesia,if it doesn't make sense!! LOL!)
Working from dusk to dawn
Going home worn out
All he wants to do is go to bed and sleep
But he has other things to do
Take a shower and eat
Watch a little television
Read the newspaper
Then he might go to bed
Sleep endlessly
Hear the alarm go off
Time to get up
Getting ready to go back to work
Working from dusk to dawn
…again…
Form:
None so weary as the hard-working man
Moving as much dirt as he possibly can,
His wife does her share of shoveling, too
They’ve bit off more than they can chew,
Both need some rest from the daily grind
But it seems reliable help is hard to find,
They work their fingers bare to the bone
Too bad they each do not have a clone.
Written June 23, 2022
He wakes every morning before the rooster crows
He gets up and puts on his work clothes
He moves a little slower
His smile hangs a little lower
He knows he’s getting older
He can feel it in his shoulders
Not one to complain
He works through the pain
He doesn’t mind
It’s all part of the daily grind
He does what he does
All for the ones he loves
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.
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.
Maybe next time, he
Thinks to himself.
With a last big sigh,
He lays to rest.
For soon the morning
Breathes new attempts.
A nocturnal sorting machine
clatters inside a skull.
Images flit across closed eyes.
A blind man works there,
he is not the loopy one
he’s just a working man,
a projectionist, a time-puncher.
There are surfacing zip codes
that can lead you from
one dream world to the next.
Read the waves that reach your shore.
Follow the insomniac
that looks into his own burning theater.
Read with a crazy heart.
The lesser road I traveled
Dreams of needed escape for the hard working man in his every day life
Encompass the soul till it desires to break out from its daily routine
To live, to talk, to be saved, when the tension becomes rife
A system monotonous under grind from its Dean
My eternal witness is the always-empty plan
Nothing to offer but my very best
The road is for the free man
“Yes, man yes.”
Go
They say he's more than just a man
They say he had a talisman
For his arms are full of power
They could climb a soaring tower
He trains his brain to catch the rain
He trains his heart to beat the strain
His brain works almost everytime
He makes his brain and body rhyme
He trains himself everyday
He doesn't take a holiday
He holds the greatest talisman
For he is a hard-working man
April 14, 2023
The squeeze upon my jugular
Is all too much to bear
I wish to turn the hold on them
But life just isn’t fair
The working man is meant to work
He’ll never get ahead
But we must keep the tedious roles
To satisfy our debts
When I was single, I never cared
I’d tell them to piss off
But as a father, husband, provider
I take it now and cough
I hold it back, suppress it so
Which is a big mistake
Because one day I may explode
Or die from a headache
WORKING MAN
he worries a lot
about income
as though money
had anything to
do with poetry
he claims to work
for me and the
family
and cannot figure
out why we are
not grateful
we would still talk
when he could feel
before selfishness
made us all thieves
afraid of death
he kills himself
with work
just to be safe
keeping his passions
on the side
leaving a surrogate
family
lonely and disarmed
© Kim van Breda—28 April 2015
Pray for the Working Man
The one with calloused hands
Who has often been forgotten
On the roadside of life's demands
The one that's seen faltering
At every juncture, every step
The one that seems to get it
But hasn't got it yet
Pray for the Working Man
As he fights for what little's left
Doing daily battles
With the thoughts inside his head
In what alone he would have been
Or in the past he could have said
So that his quotas are met
Pray for the Working Man