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He's Only Doing His Job…‘I'm only doing my job!' He says, But that's not true you see! Cos his heart is very much in it, And his heart was in fixing me! He doesn't have to ‘care' so much, Cos he only ‘needs' to do his job well! But saying that, he does ‘both' And I think he's really swell! He thinks he's so privileged… And love's the fact he can… Do a job he absolutely loves! You know, he's a really lovely man! Fun moments are not they used to be, Sadly that's a fact of life, For a lot of the things wrong with the world, Is because of the amount of pain and strife! The weeds nowadays grow and thrive… In the world we live in today, That prevents the happiness from blossoming, Too many people have too much to say! …But… There are still days when the sun shines, And butterflies fly - each summer's day! Children in the long meadow grass, Play happily, laughing the day away! And the larks whistle their happy song, As they spiral down from the lazy sky, We soak up the pleasurable day, Because they are happy days, that's why! All the little happy thoughts, Collected throughout the day, Make everything feel so good, And we all gather, and make hay! …His Words, Not Mine… Lovely Aren't They! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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