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When I walk through the doors,
With such smells and smoke,
Walking past people,
Never seeing faces unknowing to me,
Still smiling at them like I want to please,
But I walk into the back, watching the money being handed,
And into a world, not needed, or unheard,
Unlike a team, like on a field to play,
In wet weather some days ago,
Even though you wait, time seems unmoving,
You hear a call, and then your off,
So I pull on a hat,
And I pull on a smile,
Walk through the empty doors,
At least it will be rewarded,
Through a trudging place,
Never needed nor unheard.
- by oxygeNATION |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/18/2009 |
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- Title: Another Day
- Artist: oxygeNATION
- Description: A day describing my work, and the feeling of being needed.
- Date: 03/18/2009
- Tags: another
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