Labour

On the path of endless labour,

Dreams fill beings with worth.

The dawn of a beautiful day,

Brings to mind all that is lost.

Preoccupied hearts,

Dream of a better day,

A day better than days gone,

The intents for a better chance,

And thoughts of amazing prospects,

The mind keeps brisk.

Rest delays in the pit of slight,

Shoved aside and cast down.

Idleness is a giant monster,

Battered, beaten and laid to rest.

Lethargy goes into the deep,

Into pitch dark of nothingness.

Success rises like the sun,

And keeps shining with labour,

Like a never setting sun.

About Changing Lanes

Between a Poet And A Writer