Working Man

He was a working man
He made friends with 24 horses
As he shares his memories, I see
They were the fondest times of his life
His mother was a worker,
Who owned and ran a bakery
With business in his blood,
He owned a hardware store
And a towing business
He worked hard his whole life
Was able to retire well and
Pass his legacy to his son
Without a word said I knew
He was a hard working man
For he takes his time dressing
And talks himself through every step
He smiles, he laughs
He seems to find satisfaction
As he picks out his clothes for the day
Especially his belt buckle
Of a golden horse and his leather ties
He collected over the years
At 94, he was and still is
A working man
It runs deep in his veins