This Is The Life Poem by Ryano ; ,

He grabs himself a rare few minutes
Away from his white noise
Glass-breaking sound of wood-cutting drills
His appetising ploys
Lay out in front of him on a plate
A block of boiled concrete ham
Cemented mix of mash & a slab of butter
Between this mountain & hill of beans
Brown sauce parts the way to gutter
A timeless masterpiece
From the mother's cookin'
Enjoyed from the leather ledge
Of his armchair cushion
He takes one look & heavy breath
Saying ‘This is the life'

I looked into this with no depth
Until I grew to be a man
& watched him carry on in his way
Decking walls & the way
With life's cards at hand
That's the life he said
That's the life he chose
Life dealt him some unkind hands
In the only life he knows

But to see him & his unfazed smirk
Pitch fork & butter knife
Feast while kind hands pair to work
Over materials & strife
I now inherit his filling appetite
That one look & heavy breath
Still takes mine away
From now until our days of death
‘This is the life' I say