A smoke stricken filled room
Sleeves rolled up and a look of gloom
Toiling in dirt and grime
Yet I have not committed any crime
Days roll into weeks into years
Wasted broken hands brings tears
Little reward such as paying bills
8 hours of no thrills
I’m glad I took my cog away
My head feels better as I lay
The world still spins without me
Freedom yes freedom is the key
No cash required to see a magic moment appear
I now look forward battling a new year
U.K.
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Lovely write…it is a battle my friend, let’s make magic here at the Juice Bar together! Victory is ours! 🙂