To pay his way
Some people say
A man must be
Not one, but three
First, a slave
From cradle to grave
He spends his life
In toil and strife
Next, a tool
Of incompetent rule
Made to say yes
When no would be best
Last, a clown
Forbidden to frown
In a jester's array
He curses each day
But I have been shown
That life is unknown
And a heart without love
Is a cage round the dove
So remember, my friend
What comes in the end
For the wages you reap
Aren't yours to keep
Well said and that goes for us women too Chris...thank you for sharing...
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey, how's da BOSS? Life sucks many ways..including the workplace! ! ! Cheers. Subroto