What Is It Worth? - Poem by Carrie Suter
Five days of work
And it feels like a years worth of work
Just in ONE day.
All leads to gray hair
And aching bones.
Where does the fun come in?
Summer where are you?
All people seem to care about now
Are gangs and relaxing
Playing games and being lazy
It is a generation with a lack of knowledge
The knowledge that keeps us pin pointed
On every day life.
It is a struggle out there after all is done,
What do you have to fall back on?
But the moves in our
Pac man games
And our guitar hero.
Well tell me this..
What color do you press
When your fridge is empty?
When your kids ask you a question that you can not answer?
When you are begging someone on the corner for 1 dollar to buy a bag of chips?
Some people can not even afford to go to school
And here we are squandering all opportunites
But an opportunity to relax and chill
To chill and relax
And in the end what is it worth?
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