The workaholic
works twelve hours a day
then rushes home
and squanders all his pay
buying bottles of hard booze
trying to drink away his blues
Can't even make it
to his daughters school play
because he is far away
working all day everyday
maybe one day he will realise
there is more to life
then work and alcohol
It depends on whether you work to live, or, live to work. The boundaries are easily corroded.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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great work.with clear subject and the message.working is a liquor for a workaholic person.we need to work to earn money but there are always something more than working.~nb