There is always more to do and little time to do it,
So it's tempting to go through bellowing, "Oh, screw it!"
Crying out against the work never does much good;
It makes the crier look the jerk, avoiding that which should
Be done to better serve the world, to lift the lot of others,
Yelling, if not lying curled abed, as is the druthers
Of many. Who can blame them, though, who seek to stay in dream?
In sleep is comfort found, we know, and in the sleep we seem
To leave the world confronting us and other worlds to find.
But still the work-need faces us and to our tasks us binds.