Endless Work

Work is like a trail of blood,

Which forever has no end,

It follows us as we go ahead,

It is there ere we've stood,

It is even there when we go to bed,

Not in actuality but in our head,

In our dreams, it is read,

It is never done till we're dead,

Either do it well if you could,

Or leave it all and sit in the shed,

With idle animals and such a shepherd,

And lead a life that has no end,

The day should come to see the record,

Of what you've done and it would be read,

So choose your road and choose your end,

A good doer should never be dead.