WANTING MORE

WANTING MORE

 

When sometimes at work I sit and stare

At my drafting board and all

And I think “is this the job I really want;

am I happy here at all?”

 

For there are other things I could do

And all I’m sure, equally well.

But the work I am doing now

is at times just plain hell.

 

It is not that they treat me bad

Or make me break my back

It’s not the guys that work with me

They are a friendly pack

 

But did you ever sometimes feel

“Damn, this is not for me”

And look around and realize, it’s not your cup of tea

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