The Grind

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How much of my life I’ve spent grinding away

Engaged in labor for the bills that I pay.

Food on the table and shoes for the kids,

Mile long lists of to dos and I dids.

I see the sun rarely through windows of glass,

Trapped in buildings till I run out of gas.

At home, there are chores waiting for me,

And then I collapse when I’m finally free.

Each day this procession begins and it ends —

My life flowing by me in ebbs and in bends.

But still I continue my nose to the wheel —

Anestisized daily so I no longer feel.

I wonder if I can endure this continual grind

With an intact spirit and a positive mind.