The day has broken
Man must wake, remove smudges
From his tired eyes
Grop in one direction or the other
Winnow his dreams on a platter of work
Throw off the chaffs and fulfill his dreams
Daybreak tries a man's soul
In many ways he chooses his dreams realized
Over a hoe he bends
Or a shovel
Felling a tree
Or billowing a furnace to roast his iron
For tomorrow's work.
His diligence may win or lose
As he lifts a brick
Holds a trowel
Or hammers a nail
Drives a truck
Pilot a ship
And all he does to see
His dreams fulfilled.
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