Treasure Island

Cathryn Martin

(24-02-1991 / Cheltenham, England)

Work Hard, Play Harder


Work seems to be mandatory,
For people like me,
Slaving over books at school,
Just to get the grades,

We don’t have much money,
So after school I work,
Cleaning, babysitting, retail,
It’s tiring after awhile,

Homework and coursework,
Two more pains of teenage life,
It seems to me that I,
Work all night and work all day,

In the future for many years to come,
I know I’ll have to work,
Uni work and training,
I’ll need a part time job too,

But then I see, between it all,
I do get a rest and have fun,
I have great times, out with friends,
Addicted to CSI,

So now I work faster,
To get it over with,
Cus my philosophy is,
Work hard now, play harder later.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 27, 2009

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