Work

Work, work, work tis all that I seem to do no life, no friend, no peace within, but work is all I do. I miss the one who has my heart but he has his nice fine rich life and I am sure he never thinks of me. I have the weekend off but I never really do much at all, alone most all the time without anyone to share anything with. Just a few friends I hang out with from time to time. Work, work, work tis all I seem to do. wonder if by chance I will get my second chance.