08 April, 2016


Rest, they say, will do you good;
But rest, I say, is hard.
To sit and lie,
Do nothing;
Become a log of wood?

Rest, they say, will heal you fast;
But rest, I say, is hard.
No hands, no arms,
Do what, play yarns
'Til planking amuses last?

Today, tonight,
Tomorrow, we fight,
And build up all we have
To build, to bind
Leave nothing behind
And bring it to the gaff.


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