We exchange our time for money
Our life is spent
And every cent
Should have a meaning
Whether consulting or machining.
We decide on paths to follow
Hoping they’re right
Choosing the light
Wanting direction
Connection, affection.
At some point we question
Is the day night?
Am I right?
Have I been short-changed
For a moment of my life?
By Caroline Whalley
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