This is a poem on hard work but mainly overwork – the modern day rat race of striving to achieve things we believe we need, at the expense of our health and true happiness.
Such a lifestyle often comes to our own detriment.
This poem about work and the secular world reflects the place of an individual in a community where people are always caught up in this rat race.
The themes: hard work to the point of exhaustion, self-denial, pretense, following the crowd on the path the game makers choose – work your whole life, pay bills, slave – until you finally kick the bucket.
Nonetheless, Hope you enjoy reading it/gives you something to think about.
Disclaimer * Of course hard work is commendable and helps us achieve things we can really be proud of, but this poem just considers where it becomes Overwork and Emptiness.
Slipping in … slipping out
You see me but you don’t
A few hours is all I can spare
Watch me in the early hours
Or during darkest night
If you hope to see my tired glare
The residence is still and quiet
Laughter and life I know not
The Chug Chug of the train
Is the music of my days
Repeating repeatedly, lest I rot
But Just know this
Not all that occurs is by choice
Sometimes that’s just the way it goes
Warring to attain the things (I think) I deserve
I must keep it up
For how long? who knows
Eating pre-packaged food
Doused in instant coffee
Because time isn’t a luxury
I must get my game straight
And force it all together; it’s called
This game was not my plan
Yet going back is not an option
The pretense is real
For all seems right
But my shaky inner self knows better, and
To work till the death is the deal.
Chasing the wheel
It Makes me happy?
Or perhaps hides enough.
If you desire the life I live
Please, first know this -
What you see me do: It’s tough.
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