October 1,
2014
Work
Work is
that thing
That
delights a heart
At days’
end.
When one
looks back and sees
A
clean-swept garage, all neat and
Organized,
Or the fresh,
soft dirt in demure,
Little rows
covering tiny seeds,
Or empty
tables after
A
successful yard sale.
Work is
being dog-tired
With a
clean house and
Laundry
done,
Or dragging
in after
Clearing
brush and
Cutting
trees.
And that
smile work gives!
Ah! the feeling!
Of honest
work done to
The best of
my ability
That shoots
a smile of
Happiness,
An
invisible message
To those
you love
Who know
work,
And send
back
An equal
reply.
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