Working hard or hardly working?
Ain’t no mindless labor gonna get me a birken
So I think as I go and go and go and go
At the end I’m left with nothing to show
This world is a stage and I’m in the back
Waiting for my turn I stare at a crack
Favoritism covers the stage even with those more deserving
Still I stay swerving trying my best to stop the curving
I want to be seen and I want to be appreciated
Yet here I’m only known for what I have done or created
Nose to the grindstone it does not matter I guess
What does is what they see and what you do like chess
Move your pieces according to a strategy
You won’t win every battle but you can win the war
If you focus on working from the core
Work when it’s necessary and rest in due time
If you treat your mind and body right, a penny turns into a dime
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J. K. Anderson
A poet, author and journalist tied to the belief that Christ is YHWH. Open minded and eager to show my wild imagination to all people. I'm not a happy writer but I'm happy to write. All for fun.
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