I Dreamed a Dream (Back Into the Mob)
I dreamed a dream about a girl
Whose golden hair was sent a'whirl
By walking through a light fall wind
A sight I hoped to see again
I saw a smile I knew so well
Her lips could rescue me from hell
With graceful stride, she came to me
Through her I saw divinity
Her soft laugh enchanted me
Salvation I could finally see
Was this truly just a dream?
Or was it really happening?
Alas my dream came to an end
And she became again a friend
Who I only knew through equal job
And back I go into the mob
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poem by Scott Marek
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The Work I Hate
Could it be so? Is my end this near?
Is that the carriage of Death I hear?
No, it can't be. I've wasted no time.
I did not play or have a good time
I worked and I toiled, day in and day out
I gave not a whimper, I did not pout
So why does Death draw ever faster?
What treachery's this? I must speak to his Master
Maybe that's it; that must be the answer
The toil I've done is simply cancer
All the work that I've done in this lifetime
Has create a tumor, filled with lost time
Planted in the plains of cowardice
Sewn into the soil of avarice
Watered by my lonely tears
Grown under a Sun of broken cheer
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