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
The Working Man
Should have been born with a dorsal fin
That was made to stand proud
Only for time and oppression to cause it fail
Oh, tilikum, we weep
The working man is made to perform
His painted smile so fake
To please his masters, to earn his food
Oh, tyke shot 80 times, we weep
His fighting spirit tamed at the end of a payslip
kept lashed to desk or lathe
watching the time tick away
Tatiana roared just once more, we weep
Man was not made to dance for the man
To count his blessing for heat and to eat
To watch his time on earth deplete
Oh, Stephen, you are the working man. I weep.
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
The Working Man
sought get old with my high school beard chased through each pillar a delight to deliver
our nations youth in sorrowful truth got them knocking best north the working man
nor a mere shoulder to cry out sweat the lulabye from a slight reply help you get by
each new day let them come your way yelling to each feature in the crazy tongue
The working man with whom you can depend exist in a solace sultry dish hard to mix
a lamp to lght a silver tree bright wisdom intellectualized order to promote its soda
lying heart prevail better chack your mail sold out feature to each trial on the double
Scarlit order will build closer you have to increase its function lock it up go to work night
seems to me I better work in my life that's why they call me the working man is what I am
The working man you better understand...,
lay a hold of the weekly price let loose as to realize as a bee in its hive the working man
Another Day
Another dollar
That's what I get
For, I'm blue collar
Working hard
For all the bosses
Sitting upstairs
In the office
Grab a coffee
On the way
do the same stuff
every day
nothing changes
It's routine
That's the way
It's always been
I am just a working man
Doing the best job that I can
Nine to Five, or Eight to Four
Do my eight and out the door
Loading trucks to hit the road
Get 'em out with a full load
Doing just the best I can
I am just a working man
Twenty minutes
and two breaks
That is all
The time I take
Sneak a smoke
When I can
This is the life
Of a working man
Old and rusted
two tone truck
Always busted
Just my luck
Working hard
To make a dollar
It's the lot
of a blue collar
I am just a working man
Doing the best job that I can
Nine to Five, or Eight to Four
Do my eight and out the door
Loading trucks to hit the road
Get 'em out with a full load
Doing just the best I can
I am just a working man
working man
early, six days
before dawn
while I, still curled
warm in bed, listen
he leaves
whispers goodbye
as he passes my door.
every day
as the noon whistle blows
I carry his lunch pail
we sit surrounded by scents
wood, varnish, turps
sunlight washing over us
sandwiches, hot tea and stories.
at night I wait
perched on the stoop
watch him stride
down our street
swinging his arms
dusk crosses the avenue
behind him
a tram bell clangs
gaslights flicker on
in rows of windows.
we are the engines
he says
we make the world
move forward.
The working man had five sons
He had dreams of what they would become
The eldest was not very strong
And he weakness meant he didn't last long
The next son in line had a ruthless streak
And he was able to make his life complete
The third eldest was the middle man
And he would sit astride any disagreement
This cost him more than he cared to admit
And in the end he made a hash of it
The fourth son just wanted to laugh and sing
And saw this as his style with no future plans to bring
The number five son was the youngest one
And had a ride that was easy spoiled with fun
Once you have seen this all out in the state of play
The working man's plans for sons had gone astray.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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.
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.
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
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…
am a family man
i don't pick up cans
always beer in hand
everyday i make my way
to my van
am a
HARD WORKING MAN
My sweet working loving man
If he didn't work a 9-5
he'd find another job quickly
Nope no idle hands
calises from one hard working man
He loves me, I love him
Money is no where as rich,
as what the heart feels between me and him
Love has flourished its evolved,
it will keep on doing it until
the last time I close my eyes.
To leave things behind for the kids
is only a dream.
Hoping and believing that it will someday change.
Hoping and dreaming, I am determined to
attain the dreams.
I am tired of the obstacles, hey someone
look at me.
Help me
With grants that work or something.
Links only take me to pay s and h
of non-active grants in my state..
Hello here yes me..peering into your room.
Do you know anything.