Order
by Frank Watson
We can work forever

When it’s not required;

Oh, we’re being so clever

Until we’re forced retired.


It’s hard to do all right;

There’s work and playful life.

But if there's one we must slight,

Working hard will give least strife.


Human life is chaos

But work is its order;

And time cannot but slay us,

For flesh is its recorder.


For dVersePoet's 6/2/2012 prompt, "Work." 



All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012