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Work

I wait to get out at the end of my shift I want to see all of lifes gifts Restless I turn to see the time stand still I await the time so slowly passing by In this monotonous gray of lifes decree Work we must to enjoy lifes delights But I know my heart lies in places other But alas my wark is integral to me For not being here would mean homelessness for me I recall the times when my greatest responsibility was to make my bed And finish all in school that was said But alas time flew and Im now grown old So work I must to attain all gold For work is what has become my destiny The reality of everyones fantasy So work I must to endeavour survival In this here concrete jungle

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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