The working class man

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?