 | He don't have much to offer
If you look just from afar.
You see a man, all worn down
In a beat-up jeep or car.His face is full of aging lines,
His eyes look dark and cold,
But inside he has heart so pure,
A heart as good as gold.
His jeans may look rugged,
His shirt may have a hole.
Just look past his appearance
And there you'll find his soul.
He walks a little slower
And seldom does he smile,
But if you need a helping hand,
He'll go the extra mile.
Do not judge a book
By it's cover some might say.
‘Cause if you do, my dear friend
For you there'll come a day.
You'll never hear him complain,
Though he works six days a week.
He lives life to the fullest,
For he is submissive, humble, meek.
He raised 5 kids alone
And to do this he would go
Coalmining underground
So many feet below.
Now if you see this miner,
My father, my best friend,
Remember not to judge
Cause for all, there'll come an end.
Written by Melva
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