A Working Man

The piles of pressure
mounted upon the working man’s shoulder
of mountainous worries, of worldly woes
lugging humankind across treacherous tracks in searching and in discovery
fitting the structures of a simple life
in the form of friends and family

The given handed out no more
the complexities of life gravely misunderstood
a bitterness manifesting, a silence ingested
tested by ticking patience, graded by the moments spent in contentment
without reason to resent
seasoned to contend with times changing
rearranging priorities
to savor the minority of moments that are spent in satisfying breaths

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