Money

He opens his eyes

A long day ahead lies

Of strife and tire

For people to admire.

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He toils for hours

Through hurdles he powers

With anger and stress

In fear of regress.

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He drives many miles

A face devoid of smiles

In thoughts and feelings

Of the month-end dealings.

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He waits for his paycheck

A lifestyle in a wreck

Months and years of abuse

For fancy pairs of shoes.

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