My father will go back to work today.
An injury has long kept him away,
But he has healed enough he need not stay
At home or else at what has fast become
The family business, for which I, too, some
Work do anymore. The time has come
That he supporting labors may resume
And an example set that leaves no room
For laziness such as will be my doom.
For when he works, we see what working is
Who look on him, and we well know that his
Outstrips most all that we can do. It is
A source of frustration for me, and yet
I praise it, for to it I am in debt.