To Work Hard

To Work Hard

I start the day in the usual way,

Wake up and stretch and quietly say,

“There’s much work to be done, but that’s ok,”

Because it’s good to work hard

I pick up my hammer, or pencil or hoe,

And ‘fore too long to labor I will readily go,

It may take some time, but I smile and know,

That it’s good to work hard

The day can be long, and the sun can be hot,

And sometimes my strength fails and my energy’s shot,

But I can push through more often than not,

And it’s good to work hard

And at the end of the day when my body is tired,

I lay down my load and my hoe is retired,

And I thank God for all that’s transpired,

Because it’s good to work hard