Sleep for in time you must awaken,
And rise as lazerus from ancient ground,
'Fore the great star in sky has taken
To Its goodly perch on horizen's crown.
Under midday orb, glory's golden hue,
Laborous tasks will you duitiful give
Though praises recieved will often be few
By sweat of brow, does your family live.
These tasks may not be heroic in form
But herculean are they in their need
For without such hardships leaves kin forlorn
The father must his progeny to feed
But now it is time to lay head asleep
For noon tomorrow you sow what you reap.
Walking many miles
In someone elses worn shoes.
Melds hearts together.
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