Hoidays are very well <br />But like all else they have to end, <br />And we must leave their magic spell- <br />We slaves of life and condesend <br />to once more bend our sun-burned backs, <br />To honest labour, sweat and toil. <br />The miner and the steeple-jack, <br />The builder, those who tend the soil. <br /> And commit to memory moments dear, <br />And plan for another one next year.<br /><br />archie langford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holidays-4/
