Monday's
On a day like this
When the work ahead looks no better
Than the road behind
When the heavy air presses down and
Almost smothers the day
On a day like this
When the news is bleak
And human heart - bleaker still
Even in this
The soft fronds of ferns and thistles
Open to the morning
They know the moist air is there to bathe them in water
For thousands upon thousands of days
The sun has risen and set
And men have left the table
To head towards the field
There was no promise given them
Other than their own sweat
The dry dust of possibility
From such hardened soil
We all must scratch out our crop
There is no guarantee
There is only the knowledge
With one foot after another
A strong back and a willing hand
A life is slowly built
A world of wonder
Like ancient pyramids
Slowly rises
To meet tomorrow's sun
When the work ahead looks no better
Than the road behind
When the heavy air presses down and
Almost smothers the day
On a day like this
When the news is bleak
And human heart - bleaker still
Even in this
The soft fronds of ferns and thistles
Open to the morning
They know the moist air is there to bathe them in water
For thousands upon thousands of days
The sun has risen and set
And men have left the table
To head towards the field
There was no promise given them
Other than their own sweat
The dry dust of possibility
From such hardened soil
We all must scratch out our crop
There is no guarantee
There is only the knowledge
With one foot after another
A strong back and a willing hand
A life is slowly built
A world of wonder
Like ancient pyramids
Slowly rises
To meet tomorrow's sun
dg
7/11/11
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