My Labor Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Fruit

The fruits of my labor
Became ripe to me.
No matter how slow or hard
I could be.

I experienced the labor
To be hard and slow.
But I never knew when it would show.
But the fruits of my labor did show.

I was lazy then
Then when I could
I was lazy then when I would.
Tue fruits of my labor showed it.

I designed a brand new plan.
I would never be lazy as I can.
I would always work hard
As my fruits of my labor would show.