why work like that
why work like that
work has made you forgetful
work has made you a lonelier person
work has made you more depress
what's the good of work?
ain't for some kind of dough
that dough like a piece of gold
does it change color?
why work to such extend?
That you have to forget, even
to feed the dog that's dearest to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem