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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, July 8, 2011

Poem 266: Job Free

There's truth in said enjoyment
of a jobless, work-free state.
There's rest in not having to rise
when alarm clocks ring to open eyes.
 There's freedom in not having to 
obey orders from the Boss to you

But there's also truth in empty pockets
overdrafts, and consequences 
of no paycheck to make payments
buy groceries or take breaks with
There is truth when there's no work to do
but more life's found when rests are few.

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