Straining tethers taut
The bonds that hold me tight
Keep the harness as it ought
And binds me to the fight.
Though freedom beckons to me
Alluring my weak will
The task at hand is duty--
I'll plow the furrow still.
The time of leisure is not come
And work remains undone.
That may be well enough for some--
I'll stop when I have won.
No comments:
Post a Comment