Work

Why do men work themselves to death I asked It is but a mindless task Like a drone he labored on Through the night into the dawn Man is not a machine I said But thinking is what he dread He made more welds that required For fear that he be fired David you'll not make your retirement day No incentive no increase in pay Larry why to you run at work My days are filled never to shirk Georgie you work like two men everyday Broken back he earned his pay Like mindless machines they toiled in the sun Working working till the day was done I implored them save some for another day Now their family remember them when they pray