The Blue Collar

When the dawn came bright into the sky I rose
and when the sun grew warmer
the frosty morning disappeared
I am off now to bring home the spoils of the day
Busy at work I pride myself with friendly words
When the proper hour comes
I will make it home again
They cannot tire me out
I am a patient man
I stand here
Pleased at this life
As the Master of many crafts replied when I spoke
Friend you have a mind to work
You think like a great man and a champion
The doors for opportunity as narrow as they are
you'd find them broad enough to suit you
due to your expectations that are so great.

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