Work It
The gong sounded
Workers rushed away
Souls leave the building
Feet enter the building
Hopes freeze
Dreams freeze
For here was work
The bing sounded
Emailed rushed in
Purpose is force voided
Ambition slowly beheaded
Love die
Happiness die
For here is work
Copyright © Winston Ritson | Year Posted 2019
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