Poetry

 
He goes to work each morning often before it’s 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………….