Like German machine
He continually work
Having it in mind
that greatness comes after hard work
With great
intellectual input
And unwavering
physical infuse,
He never betray the
trust of his employers
He work around the
clock
To ensure that the
world would not have him to mock
Not minding his
delicate light skin
He bask in the sun
And wallow in the
dirty, mulchy mud,
Just to make sure
that the ends are met.
Every cross on his
lane appreciates his effort
With promises that
his is a great future
But the question of
where, when and how engulfed him
As there is no
evident jumbo in his sight
Putting great effort
in the quest for a better future
He never retire but
rather refire
He’s of marriage age
But his finance has
not come of age
Though a workaholic,
but yet couldn’t feed himself
Like elephant he
labors
But like insect he
reaps
He is suffering and
smiling
With hope of a better
tomorrow
But he is cursed and
not conscious
What a torture!
A bitter taste of life
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