Fine words...

A meaningful poem compose by my friend Jeremy..
Very relating..

Sorrow

Working in this company,
Living with no money.
Passing each day with feet dragging
Helplessly watching time fleeting.

Alas, when will this end,
How did we get to this sorry end.
God knows our pain,
Working in this dreadful rain.

With each passsing day we pray
That someday we'll leave this lay.
For out there the grass is green,
Whereas here the future is grim.

With every prayer we make,
We hope to change our fate.
Life's not just about working,
It's got much to do about living.

We live to work,
Or do we work to live.
As the days get longer,
The answer seems to get further.