The Golden Gate Bridge (Ive been waiting for this moment my whole life)

He dangles from a seat attached to a bridge he is painting gold,
he has been painting gold,
his whole life.
Even when its flaking and falling off, he continues.
He wants to paint the bridge; is constantly painting the bridge.
Its his duty, he gladly accepts, he cant help himself.
For what it leads to is far more important than anything else.