Work Poem by The not so Golden child
Work
I work to please.
I dont do much else.
I act like i dont care what people think
but in reality i do.
I work and work
with no reward
but i press on
with an illusion
that someone may one day notice.
But in the end
it's an illusion
it wont happen.
so why do i keep on?
Monday, April 30, 2012
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