Working Man

Verse 1:
Each day, I clean like a slave.
My mind stuck in a cage.
Full of nothing, but rage.
They say I can't work for minimum wage.

Verse 2:
Days continue to press
Which add on the stress.
They judge me by how I dress.
All this work,
I cannot afford to rest.

Chorus:
All day, I stand on my feet.
Cleaning these very streets.
Not much money in order to eat.
Surrounded by professionals,
I can hardly compete.
I am the working man.
That, I am.

Verse 3:
With no work, I have nowhere to go.
No home, but I got a soul.
Never thought a man could be pushed so low.
But there are certain things I do know.

(Chorus)

Bridge:
Each minute, I wish to roam.
I don't bother taking out loans.
Perhaps, maybe someday,
I will have a home.

Verse 4:
Outside, I stare at all the art.
Left to question:
Where does one start?
Perhaps, maybe someday,
The world would see that I am smart.

Author's Note

This is a piece I thought of while I was raking leaves this morning. I just wrote it all down, but the chorus is what got this all started :) I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerful, rhythmic poetry filled with a desire for more of life... Your song is filled with a courage to face each day with a hope to go a bit further, no matter what life throws your way. So lifting and longing!

[Callum]

Nice song, it has a bluesy feel to it.
(there's a typo in the first chorus)
Overall well done!

Cal