One Job Changed My LIfe

We work and we work,

and waste our lives.

The most importan things,

they are left behind.

My son who is my love,

he will never know,

I go to work,

and still the debt grows.

I dream and I dream,

of happiness and a life of no woe.

To use my hands,

to create and mold.

Not just the clay,

but the community no one knows.

filled with proverty and hate,

no outlet for those.

People who share my woes.

In a dark void of depression,

this my communty,

that nobody knows.

The wheel turns and it turns,

in my hands it unfolds,

not just a piece of art,

but my very soul.

It makes me happy,

not because of currency profit,

but because it makes me fill whole,

I love this job,

not a 'job' at all,

but a service to those,

who share my depression,

as if it was there own.

They need this just as much as I do,

and this lets me know,

this business did not just change my life,

but it changed theirs too.