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Working Man Poet

written by: Robin McNamara

@robbiemac72

 

The call of the pen,
Made me the man,
I wrote to be.

My working hours,
And my daily week,
Same, day by day.

My rested evenings,
And my fertile thoughts,
Pen in hand.

Come the weekend,
That freed the pen,
That poem was born.

From frustration of life,
The battles fought,
The bitter man’s sigh.

Lost again to the morning,
Of another working day,
The ritual earnings.

Through the day,
This poetry lounging,
Inside my head.

It lives inside,
The pen writes,
The birth of this poem.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

Living in Waterford City, formerly lived in Copenhagen. Former journalist with Insight Magazine, Dublin. Likes dogs, football, coffee. Enjoys observing and watching nature change for inspiration in writing.
Robin McNamara

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