He goes to work each morning
often before its light
careful to remember
the things he must get right.
The traffic is often heavy
the sky is often grey
but he has to make the best of things
to get him through the day.
He goes back home each evening
sometimes after dark
too late to see those he loves
and take them to the park.
He feels a little weary
with nothing much to say
and slowly drifts off to sleep
too tired to save his day.
But deep in the heart of the man you see
lives the man he wants to be
free to live life, his own way
true to himself, every single day.
A man who can make dreams come true
a man like me, a man like you
A man who can set his spirit free
to be the man he wants to be.
He goes to work each morning
the sky is often grey
and it’s, just another day,
just another day…
Comments
thank you.
thank you Shirley, yes you are right, it's the little things in life that are important.
I'm lucky now, having taken early retirement, which gives me more time to write and to spend with my wife and helping my daughters and granddaughters.
thanks,
Tim
Timbo,
A very well written piece. Simple but with a sad message: so many a father has given away to his workplace, the precious time he could have spent with his loved ones, his children.
Its a regret many a father has, in todays world.
You bring out the drudgery in this faceless man's life well, with your poem.
Psyve
Thanks
Many thanks for your thoughtful and encouraging comments.
best regards,
Tim
Hi
Hi Rosina,
Thank you for your response it's nice to see you back on here too.
I don't know about rest I never seem to have a minute!
My Granddaughter Miriam (4) is on my computer with me and says hello.
take care,
Tim
Hi Tim
I like your style, you have touched on a subject that many men/women will be able to relate to..
Excellent poem - I thoroughly enjoyed the read.
Love Mand xxxxxx
Hi
Hi Mand, thanks for your encouraging comment.
Tim