working man

his hands are hard
scarred
his body aches
his feet
legs
arms
ring out for
food
for rest

he sweats out his days
he sleeps hard
his weekends spent
repairing
at home

he wakes early
he arrives
the clock waiting
punching in
his life a deep meditation
dreaming of ease
and soft women
a cool beer in the evening

a child on his lap
watching the news
he snores
his child sneaks away
playing with
his little plastic tools
his bricks and blocks
he wants to be
just like
his dad