The Carpenter
As the day breaks
Like broken woods
Surrounding my stall
So breaks my work of
Pleasure and struggle
With woods
As the sun rises
So rises my strength
To sweat with desire for work
If I continue like this
For my children
They will bless me
With curse and regrets
If I should stay alone
The women fork
Will curse my manhood
With their spraying desires
What then do I need
Let my struggle be few
Let the woods be for the joint
Of life is my children's
Heritage from me
Whether an asset or a curse
Again after my sweating
Stony palm of no inheritance
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