We wait 120 hours a week,
Just to have a refuge for self-reflection.
We’ll work harder when a break is in sight,
Even if it’s just to sleep.
What we do in our free time,
Well, it’s really up to us.
The world is our oyster,
Even when you think it’s yours.
You may be happy sitting atop your throne,
Above all the hardworking masses.
But you know what they say,
Money doesn’t buy happiness.
We do keep working for you to pay the bills,
Because we know money is a necessary evil.
But it doesn’t rule us,
Nor do you on that spendy seat.
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Poem inspired by my friend Heather who said to me, “…just working for the weekend.”
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