They’ll shop or rest or get things done Some stay inside, some search for the sun There’s music and ball games just for fun Unless they’ve got kids to keep them on the run
The living they do in the next forty eight hours Could wear out lesser souls without their powers But somehow they become mighty strong towers Between the strong coffee and hot showers
All week they labor to get to this point Abusing each and every bodily joint Needing God’s healing hand to anoint So when they return they’ll not disappoint
Then it’s back to the grind of nine to fives To render the skills on which their soul thrives Knowing no demand ever deprives When the end of the week finally arrives