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Man's Work
Contributed by
mhagan14
on
Saturday, 23rd June 2012 @ 10:26:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Who says money can’t buy happiness?
He tries to endure the treacherous rush hour traffic.
He sinks deeper into his big black Benz’s leather massage
seats. He yawns, and fixes his dark tie.
Conversing on his bluetooth earpiece with the divorce
lawyer who’s trying to piece back together the life that
his ‘nice’ job shattered and left broken on the floor.
He keeps himself prisoner in his work-only heart.
One side of the conversation drifts out his window,
and finds its way into mine.
I listen intently to the man’s angry voice.
I realize, no one to go home to after work,
no family, friends, wife, kids, or even a dog
so he sets his GPS for the nearest bar.
Where he can keep all his problems at bay.
He struck out… and had become his father’s child:
a man intent on his work and nothing else,
he’d never even met his dad anyways.
Copyright ©
mhagan14
... [
2012-06-23 22:26:07] (Date/Time posted on
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