Work To Be Done

I can’t yet depart

Too much remains to be done

But I’m so tired


Like dragging a corpse

I persevere each day and night

Lay aside my pain


My youth is finished

The shoulder is now narrow

No room to change course


The meaning of life

Doesn’t exist in pleasure

There’s work to be done


I have yet to give

Everything I have to give

To those that remain


The young and troubled

Cheated of what they deserve

My gentle heart’s gift