Soldiers working every day
Postman painters drivers
It’s tough as hell
The ordinary guys
Without no fanfare
Or medals
Humdrum lives
No eyes looking
No hype or love
No recognition
Just early mornings
And graft
It’s a shame
Those many people
Put others first
They do their turn
Don’t t reach that steeple
Humble souls
With one notion
Pay the piper
Feed the kids
Ride the train in locomotion
Michael Forty