I woke to the sound of wailing hawkers, <br />is it monday already, <br />time to be a worker, <br />cause money waits for nobody, <br /> <br />the stress you have to go through, <br />sweating throughout your day, <br />fights and dangers i passed through, <br />just to make some more pay, <br /> <br />this makes me come alive, <br />being in the midst of life and death, <br />sometimes wondering if you are alive, <br />when you start facing death, <br /> <br />everyday is work work work, <br />hoping for a brighter day to come, <br />monday to monday is just all work, <br />praying for a good day to come.<br /><br />umoh cyril<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work-work-work-4/
