⋅ 22 February 2012
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at Work, and at Dreams

I went to work
and I worked hard
and it was humdrum, tedious
and so I wrote a poem
but you know, nobody pays for poems
You can dream
but you can't put bread on the table
so I went to work
and I worked hard
and it was humdrum, tedious
and so I wrote a poem
but you know, nobody pays for poems
You can dream
but you can't put bread on the table
so I went to work…

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  • Well I guess we just have to work hard for our bread. Raj. I like this one.22 Feb 2012 by

  • Poets don't get rich as a general rule. but working provides inspiration as well as putting food on the table22 Feb 2012 by

  • I love it! Love it! Love it!...This poem with heart, passion and truth! Thank you for telling it like it is...yet the applause do have dividens. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing23 Feb 2012 by

  • Wow, my sentiments exactly. By repeating this poem, you demonstrate the nature of the working man's repetitive life. Very nice Raj.23 Feb 2012 by

  • No wonder why poets are brole23 Feb 2012 by

  • I relish the beauty and truth of your realistic write...the mind and and the mundane life...nice work23 Feb 2012 by

  • I share your sentiments on this one..Absolutely true Raj, if only poetry put bread on the table..I'd have retired long ago...Cheers23 Feb 2012 by

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