Work is my bread and butter,
And, at one point, my identity.
I slowly detached to ease,
And, seek some serenity.
A career, I am not sure.
But paychecks, I did secure,
A life devoid of hardships,
And, stability was an allure.
Now, in times of turbulence
This gives me unwavering support
When everything falls apart,
My work, holds up the fort.
Some kindness, some strength
A lots of ups and some downs
While others pelt me with hurt
My work hands me flower crowns.
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