So many people, looking for jobs, all of the time,
how many look for one, that will satisfy them in their mind.
Most take work mainly, for the pay,
one good reason, so many, are unhappy today.
The average person, will work a third of their days,
a job you enjoy, will make you happier, even with less pay.
So many have special talents, they never bring out and try,
for fear their box of cash, may get low, or run dry.
Many of the great inventions, we use everyday,
were created, by some poor man, alone in a room everyday,
No one can tell you, how much cash you have today,
for a creation, or invention, you will be remembered by others,
long after your stay.
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