poems

Many facets

 

Many facets

17/07/17

There’s many facets to a man’s personality.

Those we see at dusk and dawn chopping trees as the sweat trails down his palm.

Brushing hair away with the back of his hand where a bottle found his grasp.

The seconds tick by like hours on a doomed expression in the waiting room.

Eyes roll as wife moans at old chores she’d bespoke.

He laughs over beer with other blokes.

The pride in his eyes when his daughter passed her test.

The ability to keep going when he needs to rest.

Creating a family home from an empty nest.

An empty grave where he rests.

There’s many facets to a mans personality.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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