Working Class Waltz

I have lived a life of hardships
In a world full of harshness
Born into the pit of poverty
And no rope for climbing out

My creativity is oppressed
For finances I don’t posess
Hard labor exchanged, a minimal wage
Designed for slaves, no doubt

Yet, I kneel again and pray
That tommorow’s a better day
The sun fades into obscurity
I rest my weary soul

The sun will soon rise again
Marking the next time to begin
Another long day of agony
Dreading the tax mans toll

Todays best new poem was written by Antwan Reisen.


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