Treasure Island

Adam McKim

(11/12/1984)

Work


Work, Work, no time to write,
I work late into the night,
Until the morning light.

Work, Work, no pen in hand,
So many words I have planned,
But for now they are banned.

Work, Work, I have no time,
To sit down and write a rhyme,
I must work to make a dime.

Soon after work I will sit,
With a pen I will commit,
I will write a little bit.

Submitted: Sunday, October 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

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