Hard Work, No Play
Daily Poetry
Offer cheers to those who work rigorously,
tasks that frighten the common folk,
queasy guts too weak to perform.
Pray for them.
Their spirits are sore.
Their precious fuel siphoned by the demands of industry.
Hammer to nail yet still, pushing their limits.
Let the laborers return to their families.
Let them return to their hobbies,
and return their sanity and grace.
We owe them a renewed spirit, for they’ve slaved away by choice,
for us.