Work

Nobody explains the difference
between achievement and persistence
to you when you're young.
Yet everyone's dumbfounded
when we grow up and are astounded
that our dreams don't just roll off the tongue.
We weren't taught to appreciate what we've got
Or if we did, we forgot
Do you know how much work it takes to
produce that diamond?
First they find it, then mine it
then ship it to the manufacturer
Who spends the time to coax the glitter out
of lumpy coal
And yet, all you do is go down to the store.
Do we even remember hard work?
Long days? Uncertain futures?
The only uncertainty now is what we'll spend our
next paycheck on
The realities of life are gone
Lost, to a past that never appealed to our
short-attention-span, Veruca-Salt generation.
And this gap isn't confined to just our nation
It envelops the concentration, or lack thereof,
on a scale of globalization
We're not perched on a precipice
We dove right in
And it's no longer a matter of whether you can
sink or swim
It's whether or not you can come out ahead
of her, or him
By any and all means necessary
Shove the others underwater, show no mercy,
no compassion
While you use them to float
Maybe it's a crime of passion
But the passionate have built a better boat
And they're working their way out of these
tributaries of selfishness and greed
Filled with those wanting so badly to achieve
That they've forgotten the best way to succeed
Is to let your hard work take the lead.
And they scream as those who built themselves a better way
Sail on to uncertain, yet hopeful, futures.