Work

The sun beats down,

The fan just drones on,

I refuse to frown,

Today is for brawn,

Let sweat wet my crown.

 

There’s work to be done,

So ignore that pain,

I’m the only one,

To strive for the gain,

Day’s gone ‘ere begun.

 

Smiling with a sigh,

Wipe salt from my brow,

Good work in my eye,

So off to bed now,

Wake again to try.

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Unfortunately, I didn’t write anything yesterday, so have a short one.  I find hard work rewarding, even when it hurts.  It often hurts.  The feeling of tools in my calloused hands, the well-worn boots on my feet, the sweat dripping from my brow, the dull ache in my muscles, it’s all very pleasant in a strange way.  I’m happy to know your thoughts on the subject below.  I’ll write something good tonight and you’ll have it tomorrow.