The Day Worked Poem by none .....

The day worked
Is not gone worth
That pleasure of day
And rest of night
That harmony of day
And bliss of night
That hope of tomorrow
And that confidence of now
That happiness of life
That pain of sorrow
All at once…
Yet rejoice is greater
Than misery…
The gifts of a day worked..
A day worked
With a smile on lips
With a sweet cheer
With devotion and love
A day worked
For the supreme self
A day worked for divine….