Poem -
A Working Man's Plea
A Working Man’s Plea
He drives his old truck home a little slower each night
Not sure if his wife and kids have lights
Pulling in the driveway he says a little prayer
His knees are screaming
Knuckles rusted.
Opening the door a dog gives him a hug
It’s not beasts that scare this man
His wife in the kitchen stares down a sink
Thinking of the salesman she would like to meet
Stumbling to the couch he takes off his boots
Little Jimmy runs to his dad
The son stays up late and plays a man.
Too bad Daddy’s asleep once again
The sadden son goes to bed
I know it’s cold the heats gone away
Cover up and wipe your tears
But mama it’s hard to sleep with grown man fears.
© 2017 Randle Allshouse Jr.
