There were Indeed a
fortunate lot
Those who found that
love was task enough
Or those who could find a
vocation they could love
I too kept myself
occupies all my Life
with a little bit of love,
and a little bit of work
And always there was
work to be done when it
was time for love
And love was naught but
a hindrance in the way of
work
And then it was enough
and in one fell swoop
I stopped, leaving love
and work both Half,
undone!
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