Monday, April 4, 2011

The Suit (Day 4 - a poem about a type of person)

The Suit

Every morning, crack of dawn
He puts it on: the jacket,
The slacks, the tie neatly tied;
His armor against the fires
And backstabbing, a disguise
To hide his super-hero cape.

All day long he dodges shots,
Trying to keep his chin up.
Photos of family smiling
Framed on his desk, reminding
Him why he goes through this
Day after day, years and years.

Every night he fights traffic,
Feels unappreciated,
But love leads him home again.
No hero's welcome waits there,
Just a hug, kiss and dinner...
And rest, until the next day.

Caren E. Salas


  1. Interesting picture of this man. Sort of makes me think of the painting "The Son of Man" by René Magritte

  2. Thanks Carole! Cameron, that's actually what I was going for - faceless. Thanks for stopping by!

  3. Very, very, very nice. I've never seen such a poetic picture of the working man's suffering.