The Man in a Suit

What do you see
When you look at me?
Asked the husband of one,
And father of three.
Do you see a good husband?
The love of a Dad?
Or grey hair,
And wrinkles,
And fun times not had?
Or a man in a shirt
And a tie and a suit,
Who’s cold blooded and vengeful
In his hot pursuit,
Of a spot at the top,
And a big leather chair,
Leaving no time for family,
Though their picture will stare
Back at him daily,
From its bright silver frame,
As it sits on his desk,
By the plaque with his name.
The picture grows old,
And the children do too,
And the wife grows more distant,
The marriage is through,
As he’s married to work,
Not his wife and his kids,
And his love of his work,
Means he gradually bids
Farewell to the things
In life that he should love.
Less responsive to family,
Than calls from above.
But he thinks that he does it
To make things at home better,
He thinks that each phone call,
Each meeting, each letter,
Are helping his prospects of
A better job,
And that each increased pay cheque
Will help him to bob,
In a tide of big bills
And of school fees and fares.
And as he works on,
He does so unaware,
That the more that he tries,
To help those back at home,
The more likely he is,
To end up alone.
He awakes from his daydream,
This man in a suit,
Considering life,
As he made the commute,
From his workplace to home,
And as he arrives,
He makes a decision,
And with gusto decides,
That his wife and his kids
Are important to him,
And with less pay it might be
A bit harder to swim,
In the huge tide of bills,
But what does he care
If it means that his loved ones,
Know that he’s there.
Knows that he loves them,
And love him in return,
They’ll love him regardless
Of how much he earns.
And so from that day,
He determines that he
Will be a husband of one,
And a father of three,
Not a man in a suit
And a shirt and a tie,
That’s just Monday to Friday
But the rest of the time,
He’ll devote to his loved ones,
Now he’s home with a smile,
And he cuddles his wife,
For the first time in a while.
She knows that he’s changed
Though he says not a word
And from that day forever,
His family come first.

The Man in a Suit - a poem by Pooky

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15 Responses to The Man in a Suit

  1. I love a happy ending!


  2. Such a beautiful thought that any man would see his family as the most important thing in life. I did so love this Pooky as I think many men lose sight of what is important in pursuit of the dollar sacrificing connections with family. Though I think your point is also relevant to any worker, male or female as both can be blind to the needs of their family.


    • PookyH says:

      I think you’re right and it’s the exact same decision I came to myself. I was commuting into central London every day, out of the house from 6.30am to 6.30pm… one day the kids were sad and explained they wished I could have breakfast with them every day. It was such a simple, heartfelt request and was a major contributing factor to me giving up my job.

      This poem was inspired by a man I saw commuting home on the train last night who looked deep in thought. I often like to people watch and invent the lives of those around me. This was my invented life for him – hence it being a man, but yes, it could be a woman too.

      I’m just glad I made this realisation when the kids were three rather than thirty.


  3. Otrazhenie says:

    Wonderful poem. So important for all ‘men in a suit’. Thanks for sharing it.


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  5. Otrazhenie says:

    I’m getting totally addicted to your poems, Pooky. Hope you don’t mind having this poem reposted at with a link to your blog. Your poetry is truly amazing. Love following your blog.


    • PookyH says:

      Bless you, thank you. You’re always welcome to share. In my opinion, pretty much the biggest compliment you can pay someone is to find their words worthy of sharing with others – so thank you x


  6. charlypriest says:

    And there is a man! happy ending happy times. Long poem, loved it, great rythm to it also. My humble opinion.


  7. wbdeejay says:

    Great poem Pooky! Yes even the man not in a suit can make similar decisions to value quality of life over work. This has been behind many decisions I have made over the years and is partly the reason that last year I did not even earn minimum wage – health and sanity were higher priorities. It’s been tough but perhaps it needed to be done!


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