Poems about life

Work

Oh, why am I a worker,

rather than someone who is a shirker,

I could sit all day,

rather than slave away,

I could watch reality tv,

than being a really busy bee,

I would have time for the gym,

instead of thinking about drinking gin,

I would not have the monetary reward,

whereas I would easily get bored,

I love to talk to everyone,

whereas I may not see anyone,

so why do I work,

its is to build a network,

it is to make a difference,

rather than the facade of indifference,

so I work to afford to have fun,

to book a holiday in the sun,

but for me the main wisdom; why,

is so I do not sit at home bored and cry.