Calloused hands, a tired smile,
Sunrise found him, working a while.
Breakfast rushed, a kiss goodbye,
Another day, beneath a weary sky.

Lunch break short, a sandwich cold,
Dreams of laughter, stories untold.
His back would ache, his muscles sore,
But for your future, he'd work some more.

Home at last, the day's work done,
Dinner dishes, battles won.
He'd watch you play, with gentle eyes,
Longing for stories, whispered lies.
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