Down to work o' mornings, an' back to home at nights, <br />Down to hours o' labor, an' home to sweet delights; <br />Down to care an' trouble, an' home to love an' rest, <br />With every day a good one, an' every evening blest. <br /> <br />Down to dreary dollars, an' back to home to play, <br />From love to work an' back to love, so slips the day away. <br />From babies back to business an' back to babes again, <br />From parting kiss to welcome kiss, this marks the march o' men. <br /> <br />Some care between our laughter, a few hours filled with strife, <br />A time to stand on duty, then home to babes and wife; <br />The bugle sounds o' mornings to call us to the fray, <br />But sweet an' low 'tis love that calls us home at close o' day.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-march-o-man/
