A man full of exhaustion comes home
He takes off the shoes that carry him through the draining journey of trying to provide for his family
He puts these shoes on the floor
He turns his work bag over and his creased work shirt falls to the floor
The sweat substituting the unshed tears from the dehumanising slurs from his racist bosses
After it, falls his work jacket onto the floor
The belittling feeling of being ordered around by arrogant ‘children’ who have no clue of the essence of life blocks his throat
After that falls his work cap
It falls with the emasculating feeling of waking up at 3am every morning, but still not being able to afford all of your family’s needs
Then his work lunchbox falls and crumbs of his favourite meal scatter on the floor
The strength and hope from his wife’s unconditional love and respect shoots through his veins, charging his body up
He takes the crown he left on the floor at 4am and puts it on his bald head
He picks his dignity from the floor
He picks the thrilling feeling of knowing that he has three rascals who will always see a hero in him from the floor
The squeaky clean floor reminds him of his wife’s efforts to keep their home warm while he is away
He picks the dirty pile of burdens from the floor and keeps it to himself,
For this floor is a mirror of his wife’s sweat and tears
So, he will keep it all from the floor because like this floor,
His wife has carried him
He cannot destroy her or this beautifully polished floor.