One Job May Change My Life


Rooms filled to the brim

A child per five sits grim

Sitting patiently, waiting for the day

The lights will finally dim


The books you read provide no gray

No inspiration, only gym

An adult per a thousand sits in yearn

Chances are nothing to slim


Sometimes not a penny to earn

Upon the dwindling path they stray

So write

Write for them, the ones that need to be read


Mind to paper, paper to lead

The intensity, their hands burn

Money becomes a color

Finally we learn



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