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Working for the Dollar
Do I love the occupational path that I am on;
Or do I simply scan my time card for another day?
Choices and opportunities weave our destiny;
Do I have a career, or am I working for the dollar?
I owe, I owe, so off to work I go… my mantra I speak;
Like a zombie, another meaningless day on the job.
It pays the bills, and for that I am so very thankful;
Am I selfish to want more from my job than just cash?
I dream of putting in my time with definition and pride;
I have that fantasy of doing something that truly matters.
Should I stop grabbing for that brass ring of satisfaction?
Wearing my blue collar another day, working for the dollar.
10/10/10
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