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I Work (a Rant)
by Genevieve Sturrocki awake
drink coffee
teach my son
make lunch
share laughs
teach my son
fold laundry
plan dinner
go to work
i come home
kiss my son
go to sleep
i awake
drink coffee
teach my son
last night
my little man
came to my work
and read labels
counted back change
and helped put
things away
at six
he understands
you must learn
in order to work
you must work
in order to earn
if he gets it
at six
can it be
that complicated
a concept? 09/30/2008 Author's Note: sick to death of those who don't want to work, but insist on being paid.
Posted on 09/30/2008
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/30/08 at 06:06 PM Good illustration of the potential in all of us. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/02/08 at 02:43 AM something we all see more and more in our lazy society...unfortunately, it has become the "american way". all you can do is do your part and rest well knowing that you're a solvent and not a problem. :D the repetition is strong here though and adds to the digging frustration... |
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