Work,
Is that four letter word,
That makes people cringe,
When spoken or heard...
In some large factories,
The jobs are mundane...
Repetitive tasks,
Which drives them insane...
They're are those who prefer,
To be their own boss...
Then they will deal,
With profit and loss...
Or you simply can opt out,
And go on the dole...
But after a while,
It’s no good for your soul...
So you finally decide,
That you’ll join all the rest...
To do the hard yards,
And give it your best...
Once you are there,
The days will go quick...
Especially if you have,
One of them sick...
So we all have to work,
Whether we like or not...
To pay all the bills,
And there’s always a lot...
Until the day comes along,
When you finally retire...
To travel the world,
Before you finally expire……
Len Newey 2012