So many people thriving in life,
Traveling the world or being a wife.
Then here am I, working to survive.
Is it really "so great" Im alive?
I have a highschool diploma
I still live with my momma
Im too busy working
To worry about flirting
When the long days are up
I come home to my pup
And crash on the ground
As she dances around.
Such is the life im in.
The working class forgotten.
But somebody's got to do it
And so I'll push through it
Dreaming of brighter days
Of lazying in the suns rays
And when I can finally be
Living the dream and free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice write.. Keep it up.. I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.. Naila