|There is a man that I loved very much who once said, “Know who you are and are dealing with.” Unfortunately he never really let me know who he was, which made it difficult for me to deal with him.
But WTF, I’m into my Week-end drunk and probably don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. He’s probably writing a love letter to some woman right now or thinking about tomorrow and her. Ha, I used to think I was her, but I never knew.
It was all a big Mensa puzzle of which I did not have the qualifications for calculating a solution to. I loved that man, even if I was never able to come up with all the answers.
Sorry, I have digressed from the meaning of your poem.
Yeah, work is hard, work is good,
Work is what keeps us out of the hood.
We work all week, we work at night,
We work 'cause life's a bloody fight.
We fight for what is right, not wrong
And what we dream is what gives thought flight from the norm.
A poem from me to you.