L' uomo che lavora

                                     L' uomo che lavora (The Working man)

Day after day and night after night following the same monotonous routines, 

Work and more work stress with more strain is that all it means;

From this moment on wards until I become ageing old,

  I’ll be walking to work, beside the harsh rain, snow and cold;

Depressed and lifeless environment which exceeds beyond belief,

I see myself frail and old before I find the required relief;

Tired and bleary are my eyes seeming like an worn out lead,

Thinking, can it be any worse if I was right now dead;



So similar are the days, I find all these moments irritatingly lazy,

Another 50 odd years left, oh God, I can see myself going crazy;

That dream I'll have to wait for, till when I'm in my grave,

Knowing my luck, it'll be my old dull life that I'll have to crave;

But where there is a will ... I'll always find a way,

I will battle up life's hill, nonchalantly day after day;

Like many who have audaciously come and gone before me,

I will survive and succeed one day, just wait... you'll see;

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