Work

Poem of Work
We work all the time whether or not we know it.
At home when we are young playing but working,
At school, in the park, and even in your sleep.
Why do we work?
I mean when we get older it to support ourselves
and others
why now? when we can have fun?
Yet Fun is work? Or Not?
NO one stops us.
Is is second nature or a desire to keep busy?
Of the fact that if no one work we fall apart?
When dont we work from the time we are born to the time
we die
We fight,
love,
hate,
acknowledge,
sing,
dance,
party,
drink,
eat, and
sleep all while working.
!!!!BUT WHY DO WE DO THE WORK FOR WHAT REWARD!!!!