Man

In modest pants and shirt
He stands alert
Greets another weary day
His once peaceful countenance
full of lines displaying tiredness
A victim of a hard life
So very full of strife

Weighed down but still keen
Erect but a stoop now seen
A result of heavy labour
The Man’s back breaker
The inescapable tasks
No escape, desperately he gasps

Modest pants and shirt oh heck!
A tie knotted round his neck
A briefcase with loads of work
A tired look shows a loss of spark
A face that has not slept
Too proud to admit he wept

Facing ceaseless chatter
That really is just blabber
Constant criticism to bear with
Satisfaction is truly a myth
So glad to escape hence
This atmosphere so tense
Still a look of regret
And a feeling of guilt

Loads of work and frustration
Not enough rest and appreciation
To escape from home he hurries
But to even more worries
A man’s work is never done aye
This is life he says with a sigh