Work Poem

Poem About Boring Work

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Published: June 2010

Day after day same monotonous routines
Work and more work is that all it means
From this moment onwards until I'm old,
Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold
Depressed and lifeless beyond belief
I'll be frail and old before I find relief
Tired and bleary and eyes like lead
Thinking, can it be any worse if I was dead
Where there are no more worries or heartache
But I have to struggle with life, for family's sake
So similar are the days, they all seem hazy
Another 50 odd years left, I can see myself going crazy
To sleep for an eternity. And wake up refreshed
Ready to take on the years that are left
That dream I'll have to wait for, for when I'm in my grave
Knowing my luck, it'll be my old dull life that I'll crave
But where there is a will ... I'll find a way
I will battle up life's hill. Day after day
Like many who have come and gone before me,
I will survive and succeed, just wait... you'll see

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