I know that everyone enjoyment needs;
It is on such that effort often feeds,
Though I’m too seldom one who that word heeds,
As many who’ve been close to me can say.
I know I ought to work without delay,
And only after working should I play.
Yet such a hold has Stupid God on me
That I a way to working less oft see
Than is such as the case had ought to be.
I languish thus and ever lab’ring seem,
Or so I’ve known those near me oft to deem,
Their worried words an ever-present stream.
But if I labor not, they do not eat
Whom I well love, yet ill I that task meet.
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