A Bondage To Work

Work, work, work, bare back down, across the boardwalk, to the bone, I walk, which brings These days of slavery, but now BeHeads, my flesh, to survive, Countless nights, no sleep, To rest my eyelids, or head, though It's kept me from, lack Of retirement, I no Beg, No More, Touching, doors, to my, peaceful home,Tis thee way, of pride, I betroth Of supporting, beloved ones, who Await my Return, for them, I do because there's Nothing more, I'd like to see, than A smile, or A warm greeting, home, as my wife, stands beside me, Where Children play, I catch Width,Hand out,and arms extended, Waiting, For their hugs with A smile, HURRAY Daddy's Home, at last I say, Another day, Bites the dust, back to work tomorrows, I go, Paying mortgage to its bitter end, As my obligation, I have A bondage, To work, I pray my lord, protects, with Constant blessings, for he is the guidance, That holds it altogether...