You don't know me, But I see you everyday <br />Sometimes you notice, when I pass your way <br />A few times your eyes, Have met mine <br />I've seen you flash me your smile, so divine <br />I don't wear Georgio, Armani or Calvin Klien <br />Impressing people with fashion, no talent of mine <br />You might call me neat, cleanshaven, Tight Levi's <br />If that sort of thing catches your eyes <br />Good physique, strong shoulders, rough hands <br />All good indicators, of a real working man <br />Making my way to a Construction job, somewhere <br />Working these strong hands, till my knuckles are bare <br />When I get home at night, I dream of a life with you <br />Discounting the possibilty, Of it coming true <br />Fantasy, is better, Too some, I guess <br />But, I sure wish I had you, To feel my hands rough caress<br /><br />james d nall,jr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-rough-hands/
