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Jul 2021
They disregard
and then discard
the laborers
who are working hard,
but how long can a man
struggle before
he can't stand anymore.

When stress is razor wire
that cuts deeper than
any normal blade could.
When he wants to do good,
taking care of his family
like he knows he should.

He may have two jobs,
working dusk till dawn
with only a little break,
not getting enough sleep,
and barely getting enough to eat,

but the boss doesn't mind
killing his spirit
while murdering his time.

Till, the morning comes
when even if his earthly
works aren't done,
and he’ll be forced to leave all his
responsibilities to his son.

He'll pass on
all that debt
as he passes on
with the weight of regret
for all that he hasn't done yet.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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