A poem about being apprehensive towards facing the new day.
Hush now, hush now, turn down the light
As I lay fatigued, forlorn
For the morrow’s battles I fight
When I wake up in the morn
To work, to work, to earn my keep
To slog, to grind, to moan, to weep
To strive toward the final goal
I gain the monies, I lose [...]
