To work from holy Dawn to sacred Sunset,
To accumulate wealth like fish in a net.
Who masters the daily chore is slave to it,
The strength of the workhorse is held by the bit.
Who gains, my friend, who among us benefits?
Some see freedom as a reward, others never know peace,
Shackled to a runaway chariot that will not cease,
The passionate young would fly high if they had golden wings,
But are forced to settle down to nest when the death crow sings.
Who gains, my friend, who among us benefits?
Take some one’s life and see who visits the grave,
None can ready their eternal soul to save.
The life of a good man is a comedy,
And therein lies the eternal tragedy.
No one gains, my friend, none among us benefits?
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David Wakeling (
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Me, me, me, give it all to me! I must gain, trample over everyone else, etc.
Me being selfish there. lol.
Okay Okay calm down Cleopatra.You've already got Egypt you don't need the rest of the world. Thanks for your fun comments.
If it's "work," it is pointless. If it's an obsession you must do it. If it's something you love and it's profitable you are a lucky S.O.B.. Sorry for my abbreviated language, but your poem struck a chord with me.
I agree life is a comedy. It takes an immense sense of humor to survive.
A very poignant poem. - Phil A.
I think you make some good points.Its pointless, an obsession, luck or a joke.Either way nobody really benefits.We just have to try and have a laugh.Thanks for commenting.
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