The working class man

G84

I find myself consumed,

Sat in an empty room.

 

Life just spins around me,

I am tired and weary.

 

But I can’t stop, can’t rest,

I must continue to do what’s best.

 

I must finish my coffee and head to work,

To provide for my family, they come first.

 

But when does it all stop?

When can I stop?

 

When can I enjoy the gift of life?

Be with my family day and night?

 

See my daughter growing up,

Be with my wife like a husband should.

 

I guess when the government say it’s ok,

You can stop working now you’ve paid your way?

 

Am I the only one that thinks this is incorrect?

That society dictates life, take a moment to reflect?

 

What other options do we have? 

  • Author: G (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 18th, 2018 01:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes life needs to stop just for a day
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  • G84

    Thanks for the comment Santita, passionate about this subject for some reason your comments aren’t popping up at the right times!



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