The Man

The Man

A Poem by Daniel DelMonacco

Work all day 
With no play at night.
They say, "that's life"
But this can't be right.

Dead end job after dead end job. 
Shedding blood, sweat and tears. 
Rationalizing to yourself 
Its for the retirement years. 

Some are lucky enough
To have a 401 K,
But when the time comes
When it's finally that day,
Your luck runs out
And they take it away. 

Work away your life
To relax for a minute. 
But life is a vacation
And you're just here to visit. 

© 2012 Daniel DelMonacco


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Added on March 3, 2012
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Daniel DelMonacco
Daniel DelMonacco

Glendale, CA



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