Fruits Of Their Labors
It may be too soon to know if tomorrow produces,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
An overwhelming harvest of love...
That blooms to prove dreams do come true.
And to pick from them a doing as one chooses,
With no time spent to sit with wishes of an abundance.
Or be delayed by tasting the fruits of their labors.
And those with endeavors refusing to sit,
With disappointment and obstacles that come to visit...
Continue to toil through heat and the dripping of sweat.
With faith kept and sacrificing any feelings of regret.
To know what they do to have done at their best,
Will eventually come to provide them with benefits.