Construction ManA Poem by Lockedheart
Sweat and spit
mix and mix harmful sun beats down on him cracked skin chapped lips dirty fingernails to support a family of six long days longer nights searching for solace in rusted pipes clock in clock out mind trapped in the tile and grout construction man are you okay? you seem to work your days away will you take a break? will you settle down? will you wait till your kids have left the house? construction man I see the work it takes to afford basics at the grocery store I hope one day your life will slow and you'll be the one staring at a construction man through the window
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Added on March 2, 2026 Last Updated on March 2, 2026 |

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