A short poem about work and the pain for men.
MEN
I am worn to the bone threw the muscle of my minds eye.
I work, sleep, eat, and try to get to the next day before I am on empty.
A man is born he sleeps, works and sweats and dies faster then the sweat dries.
We try to take care of everyone just to get threw the day thank god for our wifes who always take care of theselves.
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