As a child he liked building things, his first tool set, built imaginary furniture

In high school shop class it was wooden boxes, tables signs

Taking on the trade as labor, trained by the union not a degree, but equivalent

Made him an Ace, the bosses explained, now building hotels, malls and theaters

We visit the sites as he shows off his work

See the esophagus, how they form to a monopoly

Look at the predicament of how they match perfectly

Pride in the voice of what they are producing for society to admire

Yet, no one is aware of the men who did the labor

Just building to appreciate and say “Nice Work”

Amazing how they did that! 

Bring a smile to the face of the men who did the labor

Little do they know, how much intelligence it takes to safely build a building

The struggles, cuts and bruises, getter through the day

Only to admire the finished product, Making all the training and labor shine

Some kind of satisfaction, to leave behind

Yet no one know their names, just the man who designed it

Not the ones who actually built the structure