Hard Labor
Roll up your intellectual sleeves, I say!
The lacy wreaths 'round effete wrists
And plow a different mind today,
The rocky road the world insists;
A kinder, gentler, compulsory way
Enforced by more-than-tolerant fists.
When the soil has been prepared,
Sown with seeds of subtle art
Pregnated with a beauty rare
Do not neglect to take your part;
Spend the hard-won wealth of care
And glean the rich fields of the Heart.
Copyright © 2012 by Don Comfort
Don Comfort is the Assistant Editor and Poetry Specialist of Randomly Accessed Poetics. He said, “Everything you need to know about me can be found on page 98 of 'The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy.'”
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