Working

I’m working for a holiday
working for the money
I’m working for my kids
working for my honey

I’m working for a house
working like my father
I’m working for a car
working to the slaughter

I’m working for my country
working for my boss
I’m working out of boredom
working to pay costs . . .

soon I won’t be working
I’m nearly sixty-five
and I wonder was it worth it
to work just to survive?