The whistle blows,
And the work is on hold:
It's time to return,
Where life is so cold.
The whistle blows,
And the work is on hold:
It's time to return,
Where life is so cold.
Still a mystery,
I can't figure out;
Race home from work,
Where life is without.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories