The Poem of a Working Man
Living through the raging storm
I am battered yet still alive
Thankful for God’s grace
which help’s me to survive
At times it seem’s the darkness
is going to take my life
But I hold on through the turmoil
with visions of my children and my wife
It is my duty to protect them
Until I take my final breath
I refuse the path of failure
and will crawl from the jaws of death
No one will step up to protect them
Or guide in the provisions I’ve set aside
Many would come as vultures
taking advantage as they cried
I fight hard in this battle
But is not for my own life I do so
Sometimes would be far easier
If I accepted t’is my time to go
It’s not for king or country
or the rich who make the rules
Nor for any social society
who anoint’s these clamoring fools
I press on now to find my victory
Claiming neither fortune or any fame
I do the task required of me……
any loving man would do the same
It’s in great times of turmoil
the important things come to light
My job is to serve my family
and I’ll do so with all my might.
Darrell
( I don’t seem to be able to use a ‘ in my titles I adjusted the title from. “ A Working Man’s Poem)
. Suggestions ?
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