The Working Man Poem

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A man in overalls, with sleeves rolled up,
His hands calloused, a sturdy work cup,
He toils in the fields from dawn till dusk,
With sweat on his brow, he'll never fuss.
His overalls, a uniform worn with pride,
A symbol of labor, a life simplified,
With tools in hand, he plows the soil,
Tilling the earth, with unwavering toil.
In rain or shine, he works with might,
From morning's first light, till stars shine bright,
His overalls, a trusted friend,
A partner in labor, till the very end.
With dirt on his boots and hay in his hair,
He's a man of the land, beyond compare,
In overalls, he finds his solace true,
A working man, so strong and true.
So let's raise a cheer, for the man so grand,
In his overalls, he'll always stand,
A testament to hard work and grit,
A man in overalls, a working man's fit.