Where I come from, you don't really talk about how much you're earning. Those things are private. My dad never told my mum how much he was earning. I'm certainly not going to tell the world. I'm doing well.
quote by Paul McCartney
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You don’t have to earn
If your son is capable
Your earning is redundant.
If you son is culpable
Your earning is plundered.
Why must you then strain yourself
To earn for posterity?
10.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Success Stories
Another day passed on the way.... Another day lost,
Loosing not only hope loosing each second which having huge cost....
Trying to fix life, each part of it,
Trying to earning, trying to full fill each need....
Earning not only a single rupee also few memories,
Memories which having success also having future stories.....
Trying hard to survive in this filed.... Field of success field of failure.
Where every one want success, failure attached with a word never....
Though failure is the way to reach the top,
You have to beat it each time till last, never say I want to stop....
Knowing this doing my part, trying each day to earning respect earning some glories,
May be some day comes when all will read my journey, my success stories....
poem by Argha Paul
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I denounce it
Trapped in the wordly matters
Earning, spending
Wishing more and more
Earning by hook or by crook
To satisfy the snoberry of modernity
If it is life
I denounce it
For it keeps one away from God.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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I started doing a paper round when I was about 10. I started earning 10 pounds a week and then I was obsessed with earning money until I was about 15.
quote by Robert Pattinson
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Mansion
My husband
Sees those
Big mansion
Houses
And dreams
Of earning
Money
To buy
One of them.
I tell him,
The owners
Of those
Big mansion
Houses
Are so busy
Earning
Money,
They don't have
Time -
To live in them.
(Poem themed on Money)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Yearning To Accomplish
You may wish to believe,
You have given me something.
Something that allows you...
To attach yourself to my work ethic.
Maybe you were the beads of sweat,
On my brow?
Maybe you were the inspiration I met,
While crawling upon my knees...
As my stomach from hunger growled.
Maybe you do deserve credit,
For the giving to me of 'something'.
But I choose not to remember any headaches.
Nor no I keep any notation,
With a keeping them on file.
Anything I have ever received...
I did it through the act of earning.
Or like deceiving someone,
Like most people do...
That their motivation comes from,
Someone who shares their interest in procrastination.
Anything I have ever received...
I did it through the act of earning.
And yearning to accomplish.
I never got into whining with complaints.
Or pointing out who is attempting to steal my light.
With a roaring upon my parade with their own thunder.
Like I suspect you would love to do!
But no doing of that will you do here.
I have paid ther price for my own dues.
And...
The dont's.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three things make a man rich: Earning and not spending, promising and not doing, buying and not selling.
I Could Have Told You About Religion
i could have told you about religion
about the angels with white wings
and all the saints and holy men
long dead who left an imprint on the earth
about God and his goodness and his
greatness
but then you were sleepy and then
when you woke up you said you were busy
earning for a living
some kids to take care of
a house to clean
a garden to tend
and so to take your full attention i hinted you about
sex.
your world stopped spinning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Charlie & Fred
(clarke / hicks / nash)
He rides on his horse and cart, charlie does.
Working from six until nine.
Collecting old rags and used bicycles,
Old iron of description of any kind.
Here comes charlie, charlie the ragman.
Throw out your old clothes for charlie and fred.
Earning a living off things weve discarded.
Earning enough for the board and the bed.
You hear him shout rags and old iron.
Everyone knows him that way.
Once a week, they come round calling.
How long its been, I cant say.
Chorus
They live all alone in a hovel.
He puts his money away.
Taking enough to just live on,
And at the end of the day
Hes saving enough
To put fred out to graze.
(repeat)
Has anyone seen charlie lately?
Charlie just aint been around.
Everyones seen fred is grazing,
Chewing the grass from the ground.
Children say charlie is happy
Giving balloons to the angels instead.
Where is charlie, charlie the ragman?
Dont throw your clothes out.
song performed by by Hollies
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With No Need To Keep It Questioned
If it is reached,
And one can keep it all.
That's not a selfishness.
Although successiveness is fetched.
And a success...
That is one,
Quite successful.
If it has been earned.
And that earning has been stalled...
It may upset,
The ones who have no patience left.
A success is success.
With no need to keep it questioned.
Getting up and falling down,
Determined to get off the ground...
Is a success.
That connects to what's successful.
Feeling that there's something owed,
Because that's what someone is told...
Isn't success.
Since tests will come to wrestle...
To undo and detach,
A happiness left.
Getting up and falling down,
Determined to get off the ground...
Is a success.
That connects to what's successful.
Feeling that there's something owed,
Because that's what someone is told...
Isn't success.
Since tests will come to wrestle...
To undo one's happiness.
If it has been earned.
And that earning has been stalled...
It may upset,
The ones who have no patience left.
But...
Success is success.
With no need to keep it questioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheese / Where's My Slice?
It's been a long time
Now it's time to get your bubble burst
Things are bad enough in this world
Why do you have to make them worse?
Day after day, you just gotta get it
So sick and tired of your bitching and complaining
So long you've been oppressed while others lives are
gaining
Want reparations, you're needy and deserving
Can't understand why some are served while you're
doing the serving
Anything but responsibility
Where's my slice?
I want more than equal rights
I want everything for free!
You waste your time concerned with what others are
earning
You want a revolution to start the tables turning
A demonstration to make a better nation
We'll spend the day protesting all the problems that
we're facing
Anything but face reality
Where's my slice...
Your brilliant theory
how the world owes you a living
You'll take away from others
the things they should be giving
They own the pie and you want your share
Whoever told you life was fair?
You were dealt your hand - now play it
Where's my slice...
song performed by by NOFX
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Gods And Monsters
Yearning, keep them burning, kepp them earning
Someones got to pay for all these televisions
There's children singing, and church bells ringing,
and people skipping merrily to work and dreaming
and dreaming
For maybe, you'll wind up crazy, and when you're drinking
You may start thinking that you're stupid and you're lazy
Well just keep earning, keep on yearning,
and you will believe there are no gods and monsters
gods and monsters
So free of contradictions, no dereliction,
There are no gods and monsters
So useless and so pretty and so good
So pretty and so good, gods and monsters
Now have I got you watching, for all the gods and monsters
A sitting, reclining in the back row of your mind
I think thats what you'll find
Yes there are gods and monsters
Yes there are gods and monsters
Yes there are gods and monsters
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Charlie And Fred
The Hollies
Charlie and Fred
(Allan Clarke/Tony Hicks/Graham Nash)
Track 8 on album 'Butterfly' october 1967
He rides on his horse and cart, Charlie does.
working from six until nine.
Collecting old rags and used bicycles,
old iron of description of any kind.
Here comes Charlie, Charlie the Ragman.
Throw out your old clothes for Charlie and Fred.
Earning a living off things we've discarded.
Earning enough for the board and the bed.
You hear him shout "Rags and old iron."
Everyone knows him that way.
Once a week, they come 'round calling.
How long it's been, I can't say.
chorus
They live all alone in a hovel.
He puts his money away.
Taking enough to just live on,
and at the end of the day
he's saving enough
to put Fred out to graze.
(repeat)
Has anyone seen Charlie lately?
Charlie just ain't been around.
Everyone's seen Fred is grazing,
chewing the grass from the ground.
Children say Charlie is happy
giving balloons to the angels instead.
Where is Charlie, Charlie the Ragman?
Don't throw your clothes out.
song performed by by Hollies
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We Rarely See
In our busy world, we rarely see
what is right before our eyes.
The sky that leaks its teardrops
to cleanse and refresh the day.
The two hearts that beat as one
before one of them has to go away.
The patterns of a snowflake
on a wintry day.
The turning of each season
that passes on its way.
We rarely see the things we should
that help to shape our lives
as we are trapped on the treadmill
of earning money to pay our way.
One day we may notice them
when we step off the treadmill
letting the rest of the world
go on its merry way.
Then we will see what we rarely see
the life and love we are living.
14 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Apart from earning an awful lot of money, why would you go to Hollywood?
quote by Matthew MacFadyen
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Many people seem to think that opportunity means a chance to get money without earning it.
Earning a living is as hard as splitting the red sea.