Today she toils just as she toiled before
On her knees, on the floor
Without stopping for breath
Working forever ‘til the arrival of Death

Many anticipate the rest that he brings
But his scythe simply sings
Of dreams crumbling apart
As it slices her hope and with that her heart

Tomorrow she’ll toil just as she toils today
Without a chance for pay
Struggling all but in vain
Working forever for a hope that won’t wane—

That is, until the arrival of Death
When she will let out her tired breath

Status - Complete, ?


posted - 1:45 PM