a cloudy saturday

this the sort of day to stay all snug in bed
but duty calls and there's so much to do
no time to stop and just admire the view
there's much to do once we've all been fed
and not just earning of our daily bread
there's preparation for entry to the new
so much to finish before the day is through
it seems enough to overwhelm one's head
still we believe the whole thing is worthwhile
though duty is a beast upon our backs
we nonetheless will make each step our own
the end result should bring forth a big smile
though getting there will all our efforts tax
it isn't as if we were marching to the unknown