In Search For A Better Life

you bury your face on a
sand of work
you cannot breathe
you have not time for breathing even
you take almost everything
in one instant
and proclaim that this is the last
to boot

until you find out that there is no more place
for hard work
those who do not work so hard have already
been given
what is due for you

they have learned the art of praise
and worship
and they make the difference

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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