Labor,
Tiresome
Chores,
Dust
Sifting
In
All
The
Doors,
Tree
Limbs
Fell
In
A
Sudden
Squall,
The
Puppy
Got
Sick
In
The
Hall.
The
Street
Is
Littered
With
Scattered
Leaves,
And
It’s
Little
Use
To
Grieve.
It’s
Just
My
Luck
To
Be
Stuck
With
This
Work,
I Need
To
Sit
And
Think
Why
Life
Has
Become
A
Skating
Rink.