Labor Day

[Tom Zart]

LABOR DAY​

Our workers are our saviors
The redeemers of every race.
From those who built the pyramids
To the rockets for outer space.​

With our fingers weary and worn
And our eyelids heavy and red,
We feel we've earned God's blessings
As we lay down our sleepy head​

After death there’ll be lots of rest,
Though the living must suffer toil
For every thing that man must have,
Comes from the air, the sea and soil.​

"Yes" labor is part of life on earth
For without it we make no gains.
By work we receive life's rewards,
As fortunes are made by our pains.​

By Tom Zart
Most Published Poet
On The Web​

 

[Holiday]

AND I was born on Labor Day! :-D

 

[Holiday]

being born on it is a good enough reason to celebrate it although it rarely falls on your bday...ha.

You're right about that...but when it does fall on my birthday I always tell people "don't you know...the reason you are off work today is because it's MY birthday!" HA!!! :lol:

 

[pbrbullrider]

Just wondering if labor day is when a women goes in to labor on the day she is giveing birth?

An a women had to have a day for it is that what labor day is.

Jeff G. "bullrider"





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[auntieclaus]

Hey me too!

 

[auntieclaus]

AND I was born on Labor Day! :-D

Hey me too!

 

[Tom Zart]

Thanks to all for your reply and love of Christmas.

LIKE A LILY AMONG THE THORNS


Like a lily among the thorns,
So are you among the rest.
Your love is my joy of life
Which by God’s grace is the best.

When I sleep my heart is awake
It is the vice of love within.
By day or night I seek your love
My life mate, my partner, my friend.

You ravish my heart with just one look
When I’m less than you desire.
Your eyes speak without words
As displeasure kindles your fire.

Your beautiful and extraordinary
Like a fragrant flower from the wild.
I dream of the day you softly whisper
“My love, I carry your child.”

The vines put forth their tender grapes
The fig tree her sweet fruit of life.
My love for you is everlasting
As you nourish my need for a wife.

God gave man a woman to adore
And a woman a man to respect.
God gave us children we love till death
To provide for, cherish and protect.

Until it’s dawn and the shadows flee
I will hold you close and ponder
Our life together past and present
And may our future be blessed by wonder.

By Tom Zart​

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