Ode to my Working Class boys
My get up before the sun boys
Heart on their sleeve,
Out with the lads,
Steel toed boys.
Ode to my sweatshirted
Bleary eyed
Wife and two kids boys
With all their sweetness
Simplicity
And lunch boxes.
The hero’s of construction
The thoughtful father
They are the men
With lean bank accounts
And the best intentions
The quiet warrior
The unseen alpha
Up before the dawn
Between the girders
And everywhere
We can take their years from them
One hour at a time
