23For all
their days are full of pain, and their work is a vexation;
even at night their
minds do not rest. This also is vanity.
At the journey’s end
There is no inn or
hostel
Where one may find
rest
One needs a Sabbath
As the Creator rested
So must creation
When we hope to find
Something of value in
our work
We’re disappointed
We cannot escape
The reality of pain
Even with morphine
If work’s for work’s
sake
Work has no point for
working
And it does not work
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