Poor Old Henry and thoughts about work

 Glowing Good

When I feel down

In foul mood

I go to work

And glow with good.

For helping others 

Through my work

Confirms my duties 

I do not shirk.

It’s overnight

I feel the gloom

Of thinking idly

In my room.

My head fills with worry

And then I scare

For my own company

I do not care.

But working 

Each and every day

For others

Drives the blues away

I give my time

And share my skills

When I do

The gloom it kills.

To work I’ll go

Each weekday

My work I love

That’s all I’ll say.

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