Homage to a Day’s Hard Work
by John Herlihy
There's something holy in a day's hard work,
Not a second to waste, without a single perk.
Forget not we earn our living thru hard labor,
The benefits that result offer blessing to savor.
A day's rhythm moves forward hour by hour,
The labor at the grindstone has special power.
Within the seconds lies a silence pervasive,
No one else around with feelings invasive.
Blessed to be here with the fruits of honest toil,
Even if our thoughts seep thru the mind as oil.
The rigors of hard work offer fresh energy,
The daily grind serves up its own mystery.
Every breath, every sound, with its own rhyme,
The labor echoes in rhythms with added chime.
In the end, a hard day's work leaves me content,
I know what I did and I know what it meant.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Sunday 29 March 2026