has to be more to life
than this
the young man
says
as he slaves away on his
first job,
his second
and third
job.
is this all there is?
work,
eat, sleep,
occasional play.
repeat and rinse until
i've worn
my fingers to the bone,
and my hair
has thinned
and gone grey.
pretty much,
the old man tells him.
with a thin smile across
his tired face.
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