Another hard day’s work
is behind me.
My feet are tired
and my back hurts.
The children are
getting on my nerves.
Sometimes,
it seems like
I’m getting nowhere.
I work
and sleep.
Day in
and day out.
Life’s
more than working hard.
Will I be around
to see that day?
I don’t know
what the future holds.
But,
I know
the present
is consumed
with days of hard work.
