Now all I want to do is play,
each and every day.
Can't seem to have enough fun,
seems likes it's over before it's done.
Work comes easy when you're poor,
just like the hands and feet that get sore.

All my life I've known responsibility,
it has always been part of my ability.
Reponsibility wears out,
especially after we find what lifes about.
I've been working all my life,
no use even pondering on the strife.

I have a fun and joy fixation,
my mind stays on play and relaxation.
Can't wait until the weekend,
for the work week too end.
It's eat and be merry,
make life sweet cherry.

G