He has tired eyes
Because he has two jobs
He cooks so quick
It’s elbows pasta again
He eats a lot
But it goes away soon

He feeds a boy
Who has his eyes
It’s been over a year
Since he hugged him

He stays up the night
Sleeps a few hours
Always quiet, there is
No time for whining

Parks so accurate
Just in seconds
To save some time
For kiss and goodbye

How humble that he says

This is my job