Work

Forget the nine till five
This modern working life
Calls on all hours of the day
And every day of the week
Like a routine well bedded in
It goes on and on and on
A contractual obligation
Just to pay the bills
Put food on the table
Retirement is anticipated
Till then the working day
Is forever repeated

by Matthew Holloway

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Comments (9)

We wish for retirement yet we do not want to get old. Work is hard yet when challenges are met and success it is rewarding, Though rewards are sometimes few. Great to read. Oh for the lotto life to help myself and many others.
Working is no fun anymore, since it has become an obligation, just to pay the bills and have food on the table. Loveliest expressed, well worded. This poem deserves to be chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day, Hurray! CONGRATULATIONS, Matthew, enjoy this Victory Today. God´s Blessings in Abundance for you and your family.10
Working life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yeah it is true and very true for the middle class people like us. Deserved to be poem of the day.
The hamster wheel of working life seems never ending. Great poem. Congratulations on POD Matthew
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