Work till you drop
Then do it again
Does it ever stop
When will it end?
When does the rest get to begin
When I’m dead and buried in the earth once more
I hope not. For that would be poor.
Struggle in vain to care for my family
While others do nothing and live quite grandly
Is it fair? I think not
Yet ive found this to be my lot.
From rags to riches
The American dream
Any more seems a cruel thing
A rotten mean one at that
I think it’s a shame
The hopes gone down the drain
Perhaps the dream will return one day
If one will struggle to reclaim.

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