Work and work and work and work,
No time to play or rest;
For worship and prayer no time,
No time to play or jest.
Why must we work all the time?
Why not take life easy?
In daily rigmarole why
Should we be so busy?
Too much work and no play does
Make a human crazy
Why not on a sunny beach
Lie down and feel lazy?
But, alas! The constant work
Has killed all my spirit,
Though I may take vacation,
I shall not enjoy it.
I think some are made to work
And some, just to enjoy.
I was put in the first lot.
No doubt it was His ploy.
• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.
• Awarded First Prize in the Willy's Whimsical Words Contest, "Invalid Item" , July 2006 round.
• Initially written as entry 439505 in the book MISCELLANEA "MISCELLANEA" . Posted as the present item on 10 July 2010
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