Exhausted , goes back home
This , his daily norm
Hoping to find something warm
A single pair of shoes
Fends for his family
Daily struggle , tuffs and hustle
Worn out sole , worn out soul
Dry lips
On the door knocks , from the corridor walks
They run to him , expecting something from him
He looks tired , he's been fired , no longer hired
Finds comfort in his family , in them finds harmony
He's depressed , worries trying to suppress , pain struggling not to express , an effort to her impress
The future looks dim , out of reach seem
Reassured by the look in her eyes , her genuine care makes him feel nice
Hope in him starting to rise
Another bite of that crusty slice
Taste of that delicious spice
She had saved some money just for her honey
Something to start them off
Something to live from
©fredrick o
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