Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
My day begins before the sun comes up
It usually ends after the sun has gone down
Theres times when the sun rises again
My day still going
Over worked and under payed and no time off
8 days aweek was a great Beetles song
It's not so great living it
Why do I work all these hours and all these days
I don't know how to do anything else
To old to start over to many bills to pay
I feel like Rhianna all she does is Work,Work,Work,Work,Work
Tired I stay, the days all seem the same
Are there actually 7 different days of the week
Mine all seem like they never end
One day i'll get a break
The day I break
Thomas Esparza
Written by
Thomas Esparza  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
  710
         Joey, Whiskey Trance, Mack and Karina Norris-Veirs
Please log in to view and add comments on poems