Work hard, my weary body, please.
There's lots that must be done.
These strange old times I've never known
Have only just begun.
Work hard, my weary body, please.
This battle must be won
So I can find the brighter days
And lay out in the sun.
There will be days I cannot smile,
When you have to say goodbye,
But I will hold your hand, my friend.
Can't promise I won't cry.
And when these days are over,
And they will, of that I'm sure,
Won't take for granted anything
We always had before.
So if there's something we should take,
A lesson may be learned,
But for now my weary body needs
A rest that's been well-earned.
A Poem About Essential Workers
A Rest Well-Earned
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2020 with permission of the Author.
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