Walked on each day,

Growing with no reason or purpose,

Working everyday,

Trying so hard just to survive.

Only to be cut down,

Over and over.

Roots never any deeper,

Body never reaching any height,

That already hasn’t already achieved.

Just living in the same place,

Eating the same things,

Surviving until the harsh winter,

That it will not survive.

I’m not speaking of a plant or grass,

Just your average working class...