"Workingman's Blues"

I rise before dawn

My boots have steel toes

With sore feet

At the end of the day

 

Working in all kinds of weather

Permanent tan

Scarred hands

Making things people need

 

I rise before dawn

Noble of purpose

Yet badly paid

Filth beneath most heels

Heels crossing the thresholds

Of something I created

 

Coffee mornings

Gatorade afternoons

Mark my passage

Through a day's labors

 

Worlds made manifest by

My Sweat & Blood

Worlds that are shut to

Those who built them

 

I rise before dawn

Lacking in social graces

Ill educated

Uncouth

Building cathederals of steel

 

I create buildings

Where you go at night to hide

I slay wizards of entropy

Bend steel

Create living rock

Make light shine in the dark

 

I rise before dawn

Wearing steel toed boots

With sore feet inside.

 

-Fin-

 

DS Baker