Poem For The Simple Man Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Coming home every day
Dead tired from the mundane factory
With not very much to say
About dying creativity

Thinking of being a somebody
Like favorite stars on TV
The bad dream that goes on endlessly
And we just know that it will never be

Waking up to the birth of a new day
Thinking that life just isn't fair
And without all that very much to say
Work beckons for our just share

Just a simple man
Like most everybody
Not much of a plan
Craving to be somebody

Working on an assembly line
Really needing all that money
Knowing that it isn't too fine
But...wife and beautiful baby

Coming home almost dead
Wife's depressed and angrier
And the baby's not fed
But you know she's a winner

This life is really killing all of you
And you persevere and stare
And now you're turning bitter blue
But you go to work and do your share

Just a simple man
Like most everybody
Not much of a plan
Craving to be somebody

One day we will all wake up dying
Awakening to the freeing sun
Cursing faltering mourning
Life Just Isn't All That Much Fun

We've lied to ourselves before
About wanting to be somebody
So why not just this once more
Strive to be that unique somebody...

We keep living in the land of make-believe
And blaming it all on fate
But I think that some day we will want to leave
It won't even be too late

Just a simple man
Like most everybody
Having a new plan
Being that Somebody