My Inner Child
After a long, exhausting day,
I get anxious at quitting time,
smiling, without reason or rhyme.
My boss keeps asking me to stay
to work an extra shift each night;
and yet I won't, try as he might.
I let him know that there's no way:
that may sound stupid or funny;
but I do not worship money.
Life offers so much more than pay,
and like Cinderella's first ball:
I need time to sample it all.
And my inner child wants to play:
so, before life changes my mind,
I want to seek all I can find.
After a long, exhausting day,
my boss keeps asking me to stay.
I let him know that there's no way,
life offers so much more than pay,
and my inner child wants to play.
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