Half of the people
wipe windows
And clean kitchens
And scrub toilets
Whistling a simple tune
While they hang wet clothes
Or put the baby to sleep.
Willingly and joyfully
They send every penny earned
To their own family in need

The other half

Educated and free

Poses a myriad of questions

Travels to places far away

Wondering and constantly searching

For their purpose in life.
Perhaps a calling
Echoes more
Inside the walls of a dark cave
Than in a vast field of sunflowers


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