Two Letters
Make believe holidays
Filled with dejection
Servitude to the very brim
We act like we’re so happy
Lost in our own minds
Worried of matters related
To many weeks from today
Our future is always grave
We surrender to this daily mess
We call our jobs, agree to work
Day in and day out, we are ready
We will suffer through it even more
To succeed, we have to excel
But the price paid is not so small
We sell out own soul to get there
Why do we agree to something like that?
Stop with your complaining
Work can be fun, go early
Come back late, hang out
You live the way your attitude is
Take joy in your daily work
You’ll find true happiness
Satisfaction is just an arm’s length
It will surely come tagging along
Dear friend, don’t ponder so much
You chose to come here, you weren’t forced to
You will find both happiness and acceptance
Both only come when you love your work
The next time you write to me
Make sure you’ve talked to friends
Make sure you’ve worked harder that most
Make sure you’ve talked to your gracious host
Don’t come writing to me again
Filled with eternal sorrow
That you have no heart to borrow
It’s just you, you hate this work
Get over it quickly
Learn all that you don’t know
Work hare no to show
What it is you truly know
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