Ode To A Working Man

A poem about high iron workers.

Ode To The Working Man

Hands strong and rough
Weathered faced and tough
Thirty plus stories
Of nonchalant glories

Fearless, determined, and real
High atop that red iron steel
Just six inches of freedom
Separate the Kingdom

Through winds and rains
He seldom complains
Works in the groove
Not one false move

Every day a living test
To be all in his best
He just lives life deeper
Flipping off the Reaper