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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