Even My Kindly Donkeys Sleep

In the bitter cold of the foggy dawn Their heels I hear on the hard grounds below Yet another day to work it all And the master gets to keep all the pay As obedient as they may They head to where the heavy cart stays Drums filled with pales of water All day they pull this way and that way Carts filled with heavy construction materials Every day they pull this way and that way Whether it rains or shines Everyday there is load to be pulled away Theirs is work bound by fate Perhaps a purpose to which they were made Perhaps a punishment of which they must pay But what gives me a little comfort Is that even they after a whole day of toil and pain Even they get to spend some time away from the misery of the day Even they get to dream of better days when heaven will employ their grace The night is truly divine For it offers my kindly donkeys an escape from the brutality of hard days without pay The night offers my kindly donkeys escape from their enslaved ways