To a Father

He works all day and works all night,
To give his family the best in life.
He works until his hands get sore,
To replace the clothes that he has tore.

A working man all night and day,
Rarely time with his wife to lay.
Oh what a man this man is now,
Minimum wage, he manages how?

His kids, are now kids no more,
Given the father that they adore,
A montly wage was all he got,
But he gave this life, his best shot.

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