A Man

Joe, has the dough,
That makes this house go,
He flicks his toe, and I fly off to work,
Mowing the lawn, industrialization of the world, of the wild,
His wife, is his pearl, his girl,
His children make up the kingdom,
And the taskforce,
All of this behind his closed doors,
His days are spent teaching kids, all for family,
His evenings are teaching his kids, all for family,
His seconds, used wisely for good,
Him realizing, that they are numbered,
His life living for God.