The Worker’s Dawn

    
The Worker’s Dawn
 
I saw, in dreams, a land of innocence,
Where folk were honest, simple in their ways,
Where labor set the value of our work,
And those who labored got their share of worth.

But then I woke and saw it was a dream,
And went, with disappointment, out to work.
The little birds were chirping at the dawn,
And hope was rising in the human heart.

And so, although the thoughts of future, past
Intruded on the present as I walked,
I drank of early morning in my stride,
And went to face the day that had begun.

2014 September 6, Sat.
Brooklyn, New York