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