*Er.. I tried anyway lol*
Daily, labor to have enough
when we find the times growing tough
for food and shelter for the day
if lucky, little spare for play
There’s no end to the hunger pains
deep fatigue from hours of strain
need fuel to arrive where we lay
Do not stop when breathing comes rough,
or freezing in great, gasping huffs.
The stillness speeds the body’s decay!
Until those left wail their dismay,
chase the ideal (to have enough)