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The Common Man

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Soaked in sweat,
Garnished with dust,
The common man works,
’cause work, he must.
Who will pay his bills,
If he takes a day off?
That one day’s salary,
Is probably his payoff.
He slogs like a slave,
To his very own dreams!
The heat doesn’t bother him,
Nor do the salty streams.
Either sweat or tears,
The man must face one. Take on all alone his fears,
Company, he has none.
To each his own, The men march straight ahead,
All faces unknown,
Yet each looks like the rest.



Written by hiway

May 8, 2012 at 10:45 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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