The Ballad Of The Working Man Poem by Paul Warren

The Ballad Of The Working Man



The working man had five sons
He had dreams of what they would become

The eldest was not very strong
And he weakness meant he didn't last long

The next son in line had a ruthless streak
And he was able to make his life complete

The third eldest was the middle man
And he would sit astride any disagreement
This cost him more than he cared to admit
And in the end he made a hash of it

The fourth son just wanted to laugh and sing
And saw this as his style with no future plans to bring

The number five son was the youngest one
And had a ride that was easy spoiled with fun

Once you have seen this all out in the state of play
The working man's plans for sons had gone astray.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Friday, July 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: family,life,poem
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ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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