One Day More.........

Her hair was black,

Her eyes so brown,

Her face showed exertion,

Her lips just frowned,

Her steps staggered,

And when she spoke to the conductor,

Her voice so stammered,

Do you know what she does?

Do you know who she is?

Well, she is one of the many,

Who work for every dime, every penny,

She has to be careful though,

Not one step can be wrong,

For then would be sung,

Everywhere her action’s song,

Her life would become hell,

(If already it is not!)

She could be destroyed,

But who with fate, has ever fought?

Why do you think she does it all?

What do you think she gets from it?

Well, when she goes home,

When her sibling opens the door,

That little innocent smile prepares her,

For one day more…

Neesaun Naveeed