Working

by

Faye Hoffman

Once again,I will awake,
to face another day.
Wondering why I bother,
back to the same old job today.

Running with the rat race,
working for the man.
Still hungry after payday,
feeding Uncle Sam.

It's a hard life,
and it doesn't come so free.
For some it's all real easy.
But it's never been for me.

Don't expect,
to be a rich man.
All I work for,
goes in others hands.

A worker ant,
who only succeeds,
If I have something,
the big man needs.

It's a hard life,
if like me,you're all alone.
Here to make it better for others,
dieing to make room for more.

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