The Ironman

             

Opposite my house,

 In the shade of a tree,

There sits ironman,

Ironing clothes for a penny.

 

I see him in the day,

I see him in the night,

I see him under the sun,

I see him under moonlight.

 

His two sons-

To deliver the clothes,

And his little girl-

Works door to door.

 

When it is 12 noon,

 And the sun is overhead,

They take a little break

To gulp down the bread.

 

This is how lunch time is,

Gobbling up whatever they get.

And Ironman would be smiling,

Even if it’s a rotten bread that he ate.

Reviews

[Namrata]

I told you how much I liked this one. And great to see you here.

[Mr. Big Dreams]

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