So dark in the mornings
When going off to work
So dark in the evenings
When I come home
And I ache and hurt
The life of a working person
Is one often of drudgery
And mundanity
No end to this repetition
Except until that day
We retire or we die
This is our tough life
Trying to find some joy in between
Working and sleeping
And getting up
And doing it all again
It’s so dark in the mornings
When I leave for work
So dark in the evenings
When I get home
Eeling the ache and hurt.
fauxcroft 
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