I have never been a stranger to
The ethic of hard
work,
A trait instilled
by parents
Who taught it by
example.
They learned it
from their parents
As a practice, not
a perk.
One that can’t be
pillaged
And time’s feet
can never trample.
There are those
who sit and grumble
As others do the
heavy lifting.
Let it all pile up
and mumble
In their sleep as
they go drifting.
There are those
who smirk
And those who
shirk
And some who are
just plain lazy,
Those who think
they’re privileged.
A few are bat-crap
crazy.
But there are
worlds to build upon
From dawn til long
past setting sun.
So, God bless
those hard workers
Who strive to get
things done.
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