That Special One
Out there somehere, is a boss of greed
working that employee, and everyone sees
you will ride that willing horse to death
expecting more of them, than all the rest
seven days a week, you ride him hard
you say you need him, but he gets tired
day after day, the same old grind
another like him, will be hard to find
give praise, where praise is due
and maybe that work horse, will stay with you
don't take for granted he will always be there
why keep doing it, if your boss doesn't care
Copyright © Chris Hardy | Year Posted 2014
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