HARD WORK

I SAT ON A DROWNING THOUGHT,
AS LEAKY AS A BOTTOMLESS BOAT,
AND TRAVELLED WITH BAGGAGE OF TROUBLES,
IN A LAND OF NO FANTASY.

TRUTH IS LIKE GLIMMERING DAYLIGHT,
SHADOWS AS DARK AS NIGHT,
TOIL, WORK AND NO FUN NO PLAY,
NO DREAMS BUT MERE FRUITLESS TREES.

AND FRUITLESS IS THE SHOW OF WORK,
AS WORK AND VALUE HAS ITS COUNT,
AS COUNTLESS STARS DECKED THE SKY,
THE BODY WAKES TO DO HIS DUTY.

DUTY DONE IN DAY AND FOLLOWED AT NIGHT,
WHICH REQUIRES MIND WITH NO HEART,
AS HEART IS EASILY SWAYED, EASILY FASCINATED.
AND MIND GOVERNED BY MERE COLORLESS GOAL
.
BUT LIFE IS SUCH AND SUCH IS LIFE,
YOU REAP ALWAYS WHAT YOU SOW,
AND SOWING IF DONE DEEPER STILL,
NO HUNGER WILL THEN KEEP YOU AWAKE
.
AND YES TIME IS WHAT MATTERS,
MATTERS MAY WAIT BUT NOT SOIL AND RAIN,
AND SO AS I DIG THOSE SMALL PITS,
TO FIND TREASURE, HAPPINESS ALL MY LIFE.