Work,
That is all I do.
Nothing ever changes.
Wake up, go to school,
Come home, do my homework.
And on the weekends,
Go to work.

I’m not very good at it.
But, I usually try,
Look people in the eyes,
Smile, and try to pay attention
To what they need.

Even in a sale,
My head starts to sag.
I think,
This job just makes me want to gag.

But, I do it all for my Dad.
He thinks it’s best.
And sometimes,
I actually enjoy it.
Even though,
I know, working there
Will always be my fate.