Work Life Balance
The tick of a tock of a tired clock
the seconds slip on by
minutes last for hours
and hours last for days
until a life time passed away.
count the wrinkles on your face
the callouses on your hands
the scars on your heart
and know your life is slipping away
birthdays, weddings days
work days, holidays
everyday the same day
no money in your pockets
no love left in your heart
society stole your being
and business stole your time
and scream.
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