You wake up very early in the morning,
And get into the running,
To get to your Job before eight,
To ensure you are not late,
You barely make it ‘cos of the traffic situation,
Back logs of work waiting for you on resumption,
You put yourself into it and make it through the day,
”Whew! Home sweet home! Here I come! “you say,
Only to find yourself in the traffic again,
You try, you endure the stress and the strain,
You get home ,it feels like all is at peace,
But true to your conscience, you know all is not in one piece,
‘Cos for your kids, you, they barely know,
‘Cos you are out before the cocks crow,
And for your spouse,
It’s more like you are co- existing in the house,
What is a Job? . . . . . . .



Someone said it is Just Over Broke,
Maybe it’s not as he spoke,
Someone even said its Jumping... http://www.mydayseven.com/2015/11/what-is-job.html

What's your point?

Onyiclara:
What's your point?

he has none, GNLD people.