LatinosUSA

Is it really worth it?
What value is forty hours-plus a week to you?
In hand, in the end, what do you get?
What else is there in life that you’d rather do?

You labor night and day for something you’ll never own,
When you’d rather hunt or casually walk through a flower garden,
Or swing with the kids in the park.
Look at yourself.
For all of your labor, you’ve never even cruised
Or flown,
Let alone firelight fish or deer in the dark!

What are you trying to prove?
Who are you laboring so to please?
In truth, in your grandiose effort to gain, you lose.
Slow down a bit, son, and live a life of ease!

Back when my father was twenty
He labored for the Steel Workers Union,
He pulled loads of overtime, turning more than six figures
Way back when!
He bought nine acres of land,
And built a two-thousand-square-foot ranch style
House with a porch where he could drink coffee and watch the rising sun,
For twenty thousand dollars.
He had complete job security
And total union paid-for benefits,
Until his time at the plant was finally done!

But that western world is long gone!
You’ve been sold out,
And now all of the above is what you lack.
The good opportunistic times and the incentives to work have flown,
And as far as any living generation is concerned,
That great Golden Economic Age will never come back!

So why even make the effort?
Why live a lie
Pretending to have something you don’t?
In the end
What is it all worth?
Enjoy living today.
Because when it’s all finally over with
If you won’t,
Everything you lie to yourself
Saying you own,
Laboring so to build,
Will be gone,
When you wind up laying
Six feet down in the dirt.