He was rough and lacked in etiquette, Society would say; He had no classy attributes, To help him on his way. He was not a fancy dresser, And he wasn't always trimmed and neat; With simple clothes and simple shoes, He wore upon his feet. He didn't belong to a club, Or drive a shiny car; And when he took vacations, He did not go very far. He didn't dine on fine cuisine, To him fast food was a treat; And he may have use a plastic fork, When it was time to eat.
He had a modest little house, But had all that he needed; He kept his lawn cut nice and short, He even trimmed and weeded. He worked long hours at his job, To make an average pay; And even when sick or tired, He'd go to work each day. His job was just a factory job, His pay would make ends meet; But a few good friends and family, Made his life complete. He was well versed in poetry, Although not theater or art; However, wisdom was something, That he would constantly impart. He loved the simple things in life, For riches didn't thirst; He knew what was important, And his family was put first. |