The essence of labor.
by: Rizalito S. Rodrigo
We all work 8 straight hours every day
And spent almost 1/3 of our whole life’s day
Having lot of works to endure & duties to obey
So we may earn a living in an honest and simple way
But what transpire us of being a worker,
Is it to support our family & love dear?
Who depended on us all this year?
Or to spare the moments with laughter & cheer
These are questions w/c I am thinking
For a quite period of time of my labor living
I’m interested not just for the wisdom it might bring
But for the sake of those people who are all working.
But it is not only work itself what matters most
Nor a priceless job that worthily cost
Coz all of those have nothing to boast
Than treasuring a friend worth than a gold!
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