For Labors Unheralded

Heaven bless the workingman,

Or woman, as the case maybe,

For labors that havebuilt a nation,

Made it strong,

Kept it free.

 

Day by day endures thetrek,

Spaghettied byways

Overflowing.

Ceaseless days ofrepetition,

Watching with frustrationgrowing.

 

Even while complaints maylinger

As the endless hoursdrone,

Though his ire may peakaplenty,

He will never take ithome.

 

Home to where his worldmakes sense,

A different kind ofrecompense,

Where labors wear asweeter flavor

Sheltered by a picketfence.