Dawn To Dusk - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Dawn to dusk
Where is the true life?
if no time to be with the people that you love
and no time to sit, talk with husband, kids, or wife
What is life when you work nine to five?
in real dawn to dusk,
with no time for dinner, breakfast?
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