Life Is But Poem by Matthew Holloway

Life Is But



Life is a hellish pace
Taxation and responsibility
A daily chore repeated
To work for little reward
Only to feed and drink
Like a rusted cog
In a machine old, decaying
Routine becomes a must
Part of the cycle
There is little joy to be found
In a corporate cage
A slave to the wage
A dreamer caged
Life is a hellish place

Saturday, July 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life,life and death
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Matthew Holloway

Matthew Holloway

Cheshire, England
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