RedRavenPoems

Every morning I wake with a groan. Sometimes creaking sometimes shuddering, always a moan.

I spring from my bed, and dress in haste. For I know I can’t be late. Rush out the door, start the car. I have to travel so very far.

Chasing the money, the daily grind. It takes a tole on us all, I have begun to find. We wither with weariness, drained with fatigue. Beyond all doubt, don’t you agree?

Day in, day out. That’s what its all about. Work to play they always shout. Yet in the end I have my doubts.

Slaves to the money. Slaves to the machine. It’s a cruel fate, up in this slate. Is there an easier way to survive you think?

Money is needed, for it we sell our time. Rather too cheaply, isn’t that a crime? There should be more to this life, than the daily grind. Whatever it is, I hope you can find.

Break free of the chains, release from your curse. Before it gets so much worse. Escape from the maze, the daily craze. Of that wonderful life, in the big Rat Race.