Workingman's Blues
07/22 2021
I've worked no days in my life,
Yet enough for the remainder of my days.
I sit weary and wonder about the ash behind me,
Beneath the open window, pouring out smoke from the ballroom.
My life is a contradiction,
I'm fully armed for what is ahead,
You know as a workingman I clean the mess
The few create for the rest.
From within the well guarded prison
I train messenger pigeons to be filled
With content against their master,
Me. ---
In the course of a day, a life
I see the sun rise, and the sun set
From my tiny window high above
There is nothing
That I haven't conquered yet,
Life is simply to complex
To comprehend in one day
From within the realm of fatherhood
I create my coworker,
Yet I'm only left with contempt, for
Me. ---
And when midnight turns around,
And my wife is starting to worry
About the light coming from my desk
I must comfort her in the notion
That being lonely isn't the same
As being alone and being alive
It echoes through the pages
It comes through in the story
About the noble knight & his steed ---
Me.