Utility Man

 

 For forty years,
as Man and Boy,
you've walked these
corridors with Joy,
upon your face,
and in your heart.
Though time it tries
to tear apart,
 community;
your roughened hands,
like well worn leather,
have held this
humble block together.
Many are the tribulations,
trials hard, and storms we've weathered.
Pride in work,
your quiet honour.
Character the only measure,
of your worth, not worldly wealth,
nor rank or title,
keep you tethered,
in your place.
You found a far more sacred treasure,
the happy, smiling child's face,
watching you work
with loving grace.

~MStJ