Coarse
Once in disguise of sanity
The love of work belonged to me
Now with age I clearly see
An endless structured bondage
Shiny bright fresh minted
From the college briefly stinted
Onward working place demented
Soon deprives the soul of peace
Blinders set to stay the course
Daily risk the cart affronts the horse
Grieved for life by decades mesmerized
Tears retire the fiction folly
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2019
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