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Silent Life

by M.M.Ney

Everyday is a silent play

Wake up to go to work for the day

Morning routine, I'll be on my way

 

Dart and dash through this maze

Recieving not a single ounce of praise

Hardly rewarded with even a raise

 

Silent life as I walk alone

As the man himself sits on his throne

If I were gone, would I ever be known?

 

Tomorrow continues with the same old grind

At the end of the day, paid merely a dime

It seems so much like a waste of time

 

Silent life as I make my way

Perhaps someday it will pay

I think I will, I think I just may

Walk silently home again today

 

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M.M.Ney

I am here to vent, learn, and think. Many of my poems won't be good and that is ok to me. I hope in the mix there are some good ones or at least some that speak to the reader. I write about my experiences and life observations.

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M.M.Ney
<p>A short poem about something we all share at some point, the fact we do something for someone else and put a price on our most valuable resource, time!</p>

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