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Work To Do!

i came from a generation
that worked.... was born to
work, daylight to dawn,
for everything we had.
we grew our own food, we
cut firewood, we worked
with our hands.
we were taught to work...
we built houses, bridges,
paved roads... worked on
farms, worked in sawmills,
worked in factories...
whatever it took for food
and shelter...
and if a neighbor got hurt,
or sick, and couldnt work...
we helped him and his family
till he could.

those of us left who can work
are still working, a lot of us are
out of work, and cant find work!

and so the world has changed...
it seems like a lot of people
spend more time avoiding work
than working... a lot of people
look for the easy way out...are
dependent on society...
still a lot of good and willing people
just need help.

they call this progress...based
on technology, and looking out for
number one. seperated, almost islands...
greed has taken the place of the bent back!

so when it all falls apart, and that will
be soon, what happens? who knows how
to survive? who has the backbone?

things to think about, and yes...
work to do!

Submitted: Wednesday, February 29, 2012


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  • Ray Quesada (10/8/2012 3:48:00 PM)

    very nice poem my friend! ! keep it up! -RQ-

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  • Anele The_african_son Potelwa (umbhali_wasembo) (2/29/2012 3:11:00 PM)

    How I wish. Would have been part of that generation, if only we could live in a society that is motivated by olden doings, this world would indeed be a better place to stay, but so they say Its a Modern world everything is filled with ignorants. I use to listen to my grandfather telling me about how things were done, and immediately I had a wish to visit his past, great write Sir Eric

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