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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

It Was Just A Job

Today I lost my job, but what did I really lose?
I can get another one, and I can pick and choose
A job is only work you do to earn a buck or two
Get up early, punch the clock and work the whole day through

Someone else will get the glory and the bonus you worked for
And this goes on for years til you can’t do it anymore.
If you are lucky you can make it til retirement age
Or then again you could be like me and be escorted off the stage

But what I took with me was something they can’t take away
And I can use it anytime I want on any given day
For what I took with me was a lifetime of memories
Of sharing life with friends I made and the comradery
Donna McCord
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