The Real World


Mary Kincaid

“Welcome to the real world!”
They all smile and say,
that by the end of the day,
My legs will be tired,
And my hands will be sore.
And by next year,
I’ll be longing for more.
As my patience winds down,
I come in late.
I’m told, “Keep working hard!”
But the boss knows it’s fate.
I was not prepared,
For the twists and turns;
Now I am forced to just sit here,
As my hard work burns.
Next time the real world calls,
I might just decline,
For it is not worth
This cruel pain of mine.