Work

I wonder, how come
Little insects Work to eat,
While intelligent man becomes
Slave to Poverty and Defeat?

I wonder too, with all his wealth,
Man is empty of happiness,
Spending much to ruin his health,
Destroying the Earth with carelessness.

Man is the only creature blessed
To have the mind to work and think
But how come this is what I assessed:
In Self-destruction, he seems to sink?

© 2012 cynthiabuhainbaello

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LuciaMarie

This has a lot of valid points about society, and it also raises some interesting questions. Good write!

Posted 13 Years Ago

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13 Years Ago

Thank you LuciaMarie, it is all rooted in Work, because a busy man has no time to waste, on idlen.. read more

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cynthiabuhainbaello

Tarlac, North, Philippines

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I just write poetry and enjoy it. I also write essays and short stories (posted in another site). Thank you for taking time to view my page and my writings and I appreciate all who read and leave a.. more..