chopready
Poems by the Author
Friday, December 29, 2006
Job
chopready
Job
If it was MY work
It would not get done
Finished over and over and polished
Not done
MY work is to do
Yet. Not done.
If there is rest it is yet
The other rest is work to do
MY work it is.
It is not done.
JM
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