Every new week
We face the task
Of mowing grass
That grows so tall
The task at hand
It must be done
But it's not much fun. And it must be done.
It may not be long
But time it takes
And with each pass
The lawn is mowed
With grass looking good
And so even too
What joy the end result makes.
With each task we face
Whether large or small
A task well done
Brings joy to the soul
So take each job
And do your best
For a job well done
Will bring joy to you.
