MOURNING CRY

January 13, 2020

I sit in my chair,

There's a lot of work,

I get up from there,

Let me do some more talk,

There are many bills to pay,

Wasting lives to save,

Solid foundations to lay,

A younger generation to train.

I say, there's more than enough time,

I've got the whole of tomorrow,

A little talk is no big crime,

I've also got a TV series to follow.

Slowly, I begin to loose passion,

My desire to work turns into hatred,

I soon realise it's no illusion,

The time's gone, traded.

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