The Day
The day will come when I can sleep late and write my own paycheck.I won't have
to hesitate about calling in stating that I'll be a little late.
The day will come when I won't have to listen to conversations of a late night
rendezvous and who's scheming who and what will they do.When they find out
about boo...Theday will come. I won't have to deal with the workplace being
divided into various cliques.Cliques A and B means you're okay and you're on on
your way .C and D mean you're just a body for a rotating position that will soon
transition.
The day will come I won't have to work filled with frustration inside. While the
children go by the wayside. They're in the box for a variety of dysfunctions. A pill
here a pill there ... There are pills everywhere.
The treatment plan is to keep you here.Without the kids where would the money
come from? It's a funny thing when people talk about that thing called money.
The day will come when I can thank the employers for giving me a drive to do
better for myself. Working for the man won't bring wealth.
The day will come when I can go into any store and I won't have to shop on a
clearance rack. The day will come when I can sow seeds back into the
community that help raise me. The day will come where the sky is the limit to all
of the possibilities that my mind can conceive. The day will come .That day is
now . The day is here.
Copyright © Crystal Seals | Year Posted 2008
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