Life spent on a wage.

Life spent on a wage.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

For what
work gives
work takes
away.
He had all
the money
in the world,
but no time
to spend it.
When free time
was the best time
one felt immortal.
But for now
life was spent
on earning
a wage.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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At a young age, I noticed that people worked until they were too old to enjoy anything. For this reason, I took many breaks in my career to pursue fun adventures for 6 months at a time. Now that I am prematurely disabled, I'm especially glad I did those wild-a*s things when everyone else was having kids & paying house payments (((HUGS)))

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Very wise Margie, thank you for your words.
Scrooge could have taken notice of this poem...and in his after-dream life...appreciated these words, much.

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Christmas Carol wasn’t it by Dickens.
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

Yes, it was.
Apparently simple poetry hits you kinda hard in the end with its subtle melancholy bits. Perfect length I might dare add. I essentially agree with you, but have you considered this kind of opposite scenario: where AI or whatever it is has taken all our jobs, meaningful or not, it hasn't hurt our ability to buy things (or, do stuff, let's say, in some possible post-money world ☺), and it is serving us faithfully, but people are weary, bored, desperate for they have nothing to do? May be the free time looks so precious only because it's not so easily found? What says you?

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Thanks for your words, yes it’s a case of the haves and have nots.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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