hard work

The sun shone hot on my head;
bright enough to illuminate my thoughts.

I see the good things stationed here
before my time to pass it by comes

and I am grateful for the joy
that can be spread or shattered.

I worked and strained my hands,
boiling with the scorch and covered in dirt...

The lady was so silent in her big house
that I took a kiss on the cheek from a fly.

As I labored over something she might not use,
I wondered who breaks their back for me...

and am glad to find many answers
whisper sweetly into my knowledge.

You were invisible but evident,
working just as hard beside me,

making me smile and thank you...
working so hard to sustain me.

It was my heart and your hand
that enabled the task's completion.

Yet we walked away silently...
not demanding the pay we were due...

not demanding the pay we were due.