Blessed Labor
BLESSED LABOR
Labor galls the mind of one,
Aches the bones,
Frowns the brow.
It need not be
A yoke of gloom,
Though just rewards
Seem lost to sight.
For if the attitude
Is right,
It satisfies
A need in us.
Labor, thus,
May give fine sleep,
Build the brain
And strength
Of those
Who understand
Work is meant
To bless a man.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Copyright © Kathryn Search | Year Posted 2022
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