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The Yard Man

 
An old guy comes
to mow our yard
he works in dirt
yet works so hard
 
His day is long
from can to can't
stains on his shirt
holes in his pants
 
all work by hand
tough as it gets
dirt under nails and
soaked with sweat
 
his day is long
in grueling sun
it saps his strength
but he goes on
 
no stopping till
his work complete
he may be old
but he's not beat
 
surprising for
a man his age
so many hours
yet never paid
 
at end of day
pain accompanies  
with all due respect
the old man is me.
 

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