Solid words here. Life can be hard and still hold a beautiful edge. Kind of like a good knife, eh?
Good Morning, Bill. Yes, a good analogy. Thanks so much for commenting.
Dear Teresa, within the nutshell of this poem is a novel waiting to be told of men who do their work and take care of their families. And women too. Peace.
Yes, it is the essence of this life our fathers knew so well...
Yes... like breathing. It must be done. My dad had to get up and sell. I was a mailman... the job had to be done, no matter whatelse was pressing.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Robert.
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