I used to work from morning till dusk.
Hated the days , hated the nights.
all was the same , spring or New Year.
I was a robot , a cursed slave.
Saw some purpose in golden bull.
counting cash was enjoyment for me.
Now I am an artist with pockets that are thin.
But so much happier , life's got some sense.
I used to work from morning till dusk
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2019
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