Collection of Poems |
The machine, the workhorse, the day. How many hours is it? Nonstop Tick Tock The machine, the workhorse, the day. When will it end for me or my friend? Do they all blend? The machine, the workhorse ,the day Where has it gone? It's two hours before midnight. Did I miss it? Did I love it? The machine, the workhorse, the day. Who invented it? This cycle of nonstop day in and day out. Is this the grid? Life's Grid? The machine, the workhorse, the day. Say yea! say way! say hey! to The machine, the workhorse, the day. |