It’s the end of the day
And I am tired
Drained and sapped
My spirit discharged
A hard day of work
Slogging over a computer
Crunching numbers
Responding to emails
Of other hard working folk
I am tired
I want a holiday
And yet the inside of me cringes
I think of my hard working farming relatives
Day after day
Up with the birds
Hard physical yakka
Til daylight’s end
And then there’s the worry
Of rain, crops and sales
A price drop
A crop glut
A plague of pests
Coming to them
I know that at the end of each day
I can feed my family
I can pay my bills
But what of those equally hardworking folk
That get paid only once or twice a year
And in some years don’t get paid at all.
I am tired, yet I get a weekend
I am tired, yet I get regular pay.
Worries and stresses seem less when you compare them
To someone who may be worse off this day.
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Felt so sad after reading your poem. Yes, there will always be someone who has it worse than you do, but that doesn’t negate the pain you’ re feeling.
It doesn’t seem fair. You’re right to count your blessings, though. It helps put things in perspective. Life can be so hard sometimes. I’m sure you’re tired. Wish you could go on a vacation. Thinking of you. Sending you positive energy and feelings of well being. Namaste. ❤️
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