Work
I toiled most my life
in the mud and in the dirt
hating every minute of it
and getting up for work
then one day it hit me
like a ton of bricks that fell
work shouldn't be work at all
it shouldn't be a living hell
do that thing that makes you happy
that something that you love
pick a job that's just right for you
and fits you like a glove
so when its time to get up
you'll look forward to the day
it won't be about the money
or just about the pay
perhaps you'll make a difference
in whichever job you choose
then your life will be much happier
and your family's will be too
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