There will be a joy filled day
Where love and warmth and blessings
Morph my drudgery into play
And if luck shines her face apon me
With that day I’ll find a mate
To salve my wounds and stresses
And help me best my fate
But if my future remains as
My present and past are now
I’ll still strap myself in harness
And hook up to the plow
That defines the row I’ve chosen
To cut deep in fertile soils
Regardless of rains that may pass
Over and bake harden my toils
© Copyright 1986 Marty Vandermolen All Rights Reserved
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