Spent are my days of labors sweat,
In a body that enjoys its rest.
No longer need I prove my worth,
As I am doing what I do best.
O let the fools boast and brag,
Let their work earn their labor.
Once I was one of them,
But now it's my rest that I favor.
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Ron
Now as you say, it's my turn to rest till my tomorrows
Bring me final rest
Peace be with you
William
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie