He is not a philosopher, he is not a poet <br />And he is not a man of note <br />And though he yearns for wealth and fame <br />There's many like him feel the same. <br /> <br />The job he work at has no trade <br />And as a labourer he is paid <br />And though his is a menial job <br />He owes not any one a bob. <br /> <br />He wake at five thirty each day <br />And to pick up spot he makes his way <br />An hour's drive in the old work van <br />Such is the lot of labouring man <br /> <br />He lives a good and decent life <br />And he doesn't go home and beat his wife <br />But honest man 'twould seem to me <br />Remains at base of social tree. <br /> <br />He work and live from day to day <br />And Government tax deducted from his pay <br />And he help the Country in no small way <br />Still working man doesn't have a say.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working-man/
