In Praise of The Everyday Man

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

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Author: BobBoyd

Quomodo cogis comas tuas sic videri? 79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.

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