A man.

I always try to look my best,
A little better than the rest.
Why do I try,?
Who gives a damn,?
I'm just another tired old man.
Yet still I strive
To keep my place,
An equal in the human race,
Not a loser,
Nor a thief
My self-respects beyond belief.
Other wonder why I try,
They let their lives just pass them by.
No shining shoes, no well pressed shirt,
They never try to shift the dirt,
That lingers there beneath their nose,
Dinner stains upon their clothes.
Or is it me, am I too vain?
Will I cave-in beneath the strain,
Of trying to look the best I can?
After all, I am but a man.

Kitos.