You work and you earn,
You hope and you yearn,
You dream and you love,
You pray to any God above.
The effort, the battle,
The coins all rattle,
The money all paid,
The living is made.
Still here, I’m alive
Still, where the men drive
Still it’s a living, right?
Still, so early in the night.
All comers, men and boys,
Money for the children’s toys,
Burning is the city light,
Welcome is the still of night.
Thank you M
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