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Long days working

Body is hurting,

Doubts always there

I lay my heart bare

Giving this life

Everything I’ve got,

In return I don’t get a lot

But I know I am lucky,

To be working

But man it’s hard sometimes,

I get tired in body and mind,

Giving each day

My pound of flesh,

At the end of the day

There’s not a lot left,

Fall asleep in the chair

I often feel it’s not fair,

I try to achieve more

Change things up,

So I write and read and store

Stories for others to read,

Maybe I’ll succeed

At breaking out,

And busting free

From the day to day slavery,

Of being chained to work

I stay true and alert,

To other opportunities

But none step up for me,

So I resign myself

To what I do,

It’s not the life I choose

But that is life I guess,

And I can only keep on

Doing my very best,

To keep my head up high

So as to get by,

While showing gratitude

All of the time.