Work, work, work.
So much work,
It's not even fun!
But when was it ever?
There's no time to write,
Even now I'm in a rush.
How to get my thoughts together,
When the fear of failing is immense?
Work, work, work.
It's all they seem to know,
It's all they ever give.
Where's the prize?
I work so hard,
People don't notice,
I need their regard.
They don't understand what weekends are.
We wait for them,
Since they are so, so, far.
Just out of freedom's grasp.
Then,
Guess what they give?
Work.
A word I despise.
Makes me want to burn my eyes.
But in the end. . .
The pride I feel,
Is worth it all.
My family's pride,
Is worth SO much more!
Schools here! And you know what that means? DROWNING IN WORK! Y A Y ! (I'm sure you guys hear the sarcasm) Anyways thats why I've been so terrible with updating on time. I don't get a second to rest so when I do get that time, I get greedy with it lol Let me know your thoughts on the poem and leave a vote if you liked it ;)
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Poetry's Tale to Tell
PoetryOne sample of my work (Note not all poems will be so serious, some are story like others are light hearted): "Every day, something happens... Someone gets bullied, Just because "They're different" "Nerdy" "Annoying" "Have no sense of fashion..." All...
