HE LEFT HIS MARK

He puts his swandry
oh, laces his boots,
folds socks over,
ducks his head under
the architrave, has
breakfast of bacon
and eggs and a
kiss goodbye.
As he-walks to
work he pulls out
a pocket-knife and
cleans his nails.
The truck is there
to transport him
to the site. He smiles
that contagious
smile and grabs
a shovel. He left
his mark long
after his absence!
long after the last
shovel wore down.

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