Clock Ticking
THE CLOCK TICKING
It was late in the night,
Clock ticking as we enter the morning hour
With so much to debate on,
Is it life or life itself?
As we struggle to make a living
Working hard every day in the jobs that we do,
Some are lazy, waiting for a ready made food,
Not worked for,
Learn to earn and live
These are what men are made of
From sweat to stress brings wealth,
Togetherness with Jesus brings life, hope and good health,
Earn a living, for its part of being a man
As men are created to work for a living.
Copyright © Ezeh Raphael Tobechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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