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During the
years of the ‘60’s when I was in
school,
They talked of the future to come,
How life would be easy and jobs would be cool,
And leisure would spread to each one.
We'd be
at the office the times that we want,
And money would flow easily.
We’d work shorter hours and take more time
off,
And life would be simple and free.
But the
future is now and the promise is dead,
And we work longer days and much harder,
No time for ourselves and much less for our kids,
It seems we work harder, not smarter.
And the
man at the top says we need to work more,
And give more to him every day.
So we do as he asks and hope he’ll be
pleased,
But now he is after our pay.
Just
where is this future that we thought was ours?
And the leisure time we were once promised?
I try to believe but I feel so deceived,
And it's caused me to be ‘Doubting
Thomas’.
Perhaps
times will prosper much more for our kids,
And they will enjoy extra freedom.
I don’t mind the working if only I knew,
That for them I was plantin’ and
seedin’.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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