He smiles hence it is his duty
They cheers for all the work done , a beauty
a plastic tray seriously balanced on a hand
The kitchen sink is the final destination to land
why does he want to be so down with what he gets?
A mistake still counts though the other never lets
confusing , heart breaking , lamenting inside
a tiresome hand needs a rest a while
he walks , he walks and smile
they smile , he smiles like a small child
fate does not count on what he does
a time will come for him to stop what he does .....
W.A.D. Joel Lennon
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