'More Work To Do' - Poem by Thomas Adams
I've not the time to settle in when work is gone undone.
So much work afraid to say that carries me my ton.
And though the work is not all mine or left for me to do.
Still toil to finish up this work, hope I'd be seeing you.
You see it will not do itself, these tasks leave me pursue.
And you shall know when work gets lite soon all this work be
Thank God it's now the two of us that toil for end of day.
We work for those that suffer great with no place they can stay.
Might we find a third to help us grind this spinning stone.
For I believe the three of us might feel so not alone.
The Poetaster Oct-2013
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