Immersed in my days work with the scope of earning only an hours worth,
I keep working on my work bench.
The room all cluttered and full of filth,
I really need to be quick and finish my work so as to clean this mess.
But all I'm doing currently is keep on working on my work bench.
My daughter's on the door talking to a stranger, I should probably get up and look at that.
I just hope there's no need to swing a bat.
But all I'm doing currently is keep on working on my work bench.
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THE VERSE RESERVOIR
PoetryA collection of poems based on the experiences and thoughts of a human while walking the long and hard road of life. A reflection of the good times, sad times, hard times, the disappointments and the accomplishments.
