Work

My work is hard.

It wears me down. 

Sometimes I nearly 

run aground.

Then when night comes 

I pull my drape.

I think that I

might just escape.

 

The hardest part

is such long hours.

It wears away

my strength and power. 

It makes me weary, 

sometimes sad.

But through it all,

I can be glad.

This job it gives

pain in the neck

till pay day comes.

I get my check!

(1941)

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