Labor In And Labor Out (Hours Upon Hours) Poem by Brendan M. Rumney

Hours beaten into every which way
Break down the sudden impact of things
In what may eat at our flesh
Labor in and Labor out

World full of tasks
Many spoken, others taken as such as
Just any particular sense of responsibility
Hours upon Hours

Dream of Sleep and Relaxation
Deep into the worn out soul
Underminded in hope
Labor in and Labor out

Rest is all we ask
But none is what is given
Received is lousy takes
Hours upon Hours