Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORK, by J. W. THOMPSON First Line: How true it is when I am sad Last Line: So that's why god invented work. Subject(s): Labor & Laborers; Work; Workers | ||||||||
How true it is when I am sad, A little work can make me glad. When frowning care comes to my door, I work a while and fret no more. I leave my couch harassed with pain, I work, and soon I'm well again. When sorrow comes and vain regret, I go to work and soon forget. Work soothes the soul when joys depart, And often mends a broken heart. The idle mind soon fills with murk, So that's why God invented work. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER WORKING SIXTY HOURS AGAIN FOR WHAT REASON by HICOK. BOB DAY JOB AND NIGHT JOB by ANDREW HUDGINS BIXBY'S LANDING by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON BUILDING WITH STONE by ROBINSON JEFFERS LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN CALIFORNIA: MORNING, EVENING, LATE JANUARY by DENISE LEVERTOV DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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