When Job Calls

in the morning dere z light flashin thru my window... lyk it hs vanishin al my pain n sorrow... bt den my alarm clock finishd ds al.. ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls... al care n love keep surroundin 2 me... whn my mom n dad feed breakfast 2 me.. lyk it hs been years 2 sit wid dm al... ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls.. whn i travel thru my pathways.. i c little children playin run n chase.. all my instinct captured by dm n become real.. ds z wht happens 2 us whn our job calls.. i always wonder if my lyf would be more lyk me.. so dat nobody cn tame it as dey wnt to be.. dn dat flash in mornin could be passin thru my harsh wall.. ds jst becomes a glimpse of hapyns whn our job callss.. love pari if u liked d poem or evn if u hate it..plz gv me ur feedback through ur cmnts..i wl apreciate it..