Just another day

For what is the value of a day,and would it relly matter anyway?
If life is priceless then how come it only applies to some?
  What is the purpose of our ever waking days?
They always end short without much praise.
  We break our backs and bust our hands
While the ones who have it all watch from the stands.
  Life seems hopeless and without an end
Nothing to look forward to and no money to spend.
  Should i give up without a fight
Or should i stick up for what is right?
  From lifes set backs and trials
To the obscene crowd in Wal-Mart ailses.
  They all have a purpose in this life
Just as a man is supposed to have a wife.
  Who wrote this book of lives
Who decides who lives and dies.
  I wonder what tomorrow has in store
What type of opprotunity will knock at my door.