Work

The dark winters morning, while cradled asleep

 The alarm sirens, a piercing beep

Mountains of weight prevent the rise

The ticking clock starts his prise

 

A new day, a new week has begun

Responsibility on tired shoulders slung

Creeping away, the family sleeps still

Time to work the day, time to pay the bill

 

The day wears thin, one must mute their thoughts

With a gentle sigh through hardship fought

The farmer, the painter, a doctor, a nurse

The passing of years, often feel a curse

 

Thoughts of repeating tomorrow draw weary

A cycle of repetition, trapped, a feeling scary

Difficult to continue, time pressures the able

Leaving many mournful at the dinner table

 

Family gathered, it comes to light

As they feast, the children smile bright

Enthusiastic tales of their day

The thoughts of work start to slip away

 

Another smile from their mother glimmers

Across the table, laughter, happiness shimmers,

Like a bright light, it casts the dark perils away

And gives the strength to work another day..

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