Blue Collar Father
His heavy eyes reflect the ever growing burden he carries upon his shoulders
the weight only multiplies and the job is never done
overworked and under appreciated
hours before the sun rises
minutes until it sets
he works.
Day in and day out
my father does not rest.
In a trance unworthy of being called sleep
he recoups what little strength remains within him.
A blue collar man bringing bread to the table
A resilient father keeping a family from falling into destitution.
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