there are days when the job seems like a load
on the back of a tired donkey there's no ease
even from sleep my mind is trying to seize
on what to teach and there's no rest on the road
and work does not cease when in my own abode
i have so many masters to serve and please
the cycle gives us all its rhythmical reprise
and need and thought each functions as a goad
but there are times when everything just moves
in perfect process when you see the light
come on in every eye when they come to realize
that what's made and known is the thing that proves
just when it works and what has to be right
each day i hope for those awakened eyes
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