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Work


One moment we are here,

the next we're gone

Many hold on to fear,

sadly this is life's biggest con

The worst thing to happen, 

is for you to die without work

To have your life come to it's end,

not having it's many perks

People were made to give everything they got,

for something bigger than they are

Breezing through their days on an easy life's lot,

settling for a simple job, a house, or a car

When you leave this world you look back at your life,

and see all you accomplished with your work and your strife.

 

 

 

 

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