My Daddy Trade Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

I NEVER WANTING MY DADDY TRADE
WORKING IN THE HEAT WITH THE SUN
BEATING DOWN ON HIM AND MY DADDY
LOOKING FOR SOME SHADE
BUT NOT ON THIS HIGHWAY THERE ISN'T ANY
ONLY THE HOLES TO FIX TILL FRIDAY
THAN HE PICK UP HIS PAY PAYING THE BILLS
THAN THE REST FOR HIS FILL
THAT WHAT A WORKING MAN DOES
AT THEN END OF HIS DAY
MY DADDY WOULD CONTINUE TO SAY
UNTIL THE MORNING COMES AGAIN
AND HE OUT THERE MY FRIEND
OUT THERE TO EARN HIS PAY AGAIN