The American Dream
Drops of sweatFall to the ground From his furrowed brow, From the indentions of time Etched into his face Telling of years of hard labor. A sentence handed down When he left school in the eighth grade, When he married at eighteen, When the first of three kids came along at twenty. Every once in a while When the others start complaining, When the heat begins to sting his skin, He takes a pictu... »