Merry-go-round

I ride this bus
And pass the place
Where first I learned of work

Another world
In time and space
New politics and perks

I started young
It must be said
And strove to earn my worth

And struggle on
Two decades late
Still using what I learned

It’s no surprise
It’s changed since then
But somehow seems the same

I guess what goes round
Comes again
In everything but name

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