POEM SERIES #6.
To labour in the heat.
To wash your dirty wares.
Making sure the house is neat.
Upon my weary state.
Running up and down the stairs.
Before the sun comes up.
And yet a simple ‘Thank You’.
Seems way too much.
2.
You think it’s my duty.
My hereditary as you said.
To toil nonstop.
While you do best at complain.
But let me tell you something.
Things are changing as you can see.
So it’s better you realise.
That this is not my hereditary.
BY: BRIEF TALKS
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