[ .street.psalms. ]
no man of worth
ever noted, ever awarded
the working man, his hands so scared
so fading.. as you walk his streets
his buildings, benches, plumbing, electrical..
the secret show, all for naught,
the buses, frames and folding
the scaffolding of paint and shingle
all made in his image, all made by heavy palms,
ignored by hands that hold
so very much of him,
his pride, his fumbling pay-cheques
car payments and children's clothes,
late rent, late nights,
all ignored by your hands and feet,
his gift, their gift, to your future's future.
© Bryan McLean June 2, 2010
069/100:2
no man of worth
ever noted, ever awarded
the working man, his hands so scared
so fading.. as you walk his streets
his buildings, benches, plumbing, electrical..
the secret show, all for naught,
the buses, frames and folding
the scaffolding of paint and shingle
all made in his image, all made by heavy palms,
ignored by hands that hold
so very much of him,
his pride, his fumbling pay-cheques
car payments and children's clothes,
late rent, late nights,
all ignored by your hands and feet,
his gift, their gift, to your future's future.
© Bryan McLean June 2, 2010
069/100:2
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