Some call him a common man.
He’s more than that.
He builds the cities.
He repairs the cars and trucks.
He labors in the factories.
He works on the farms.
He does all the jobs
the rich don’t have to do.
He’s a patriot.
He’s not protesting
or hating his country.
He serves in the military
often given his life
for his beloved country.
He’s the nuts and the bolts
of all countries in the world
putting everything together
maintaining and repairing
and keeping it all
clean and in good
operational condition.
He’s the soul and
the heart of his country
We’d be nowhere without
the everyday man.
Hail to him and
everyday men everywhere.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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