For The Love Of Work

the flesh is honed and
the bones will not crack
the fingers feel the most
of the affection
the feet are patient
and the lungs always have
the filling of air
nothing blocks the industry
of the body
and the longing of the soul
because the work
is loved
because the mind
has a purpose
because the mouth of the
soul still thirsts
for much of what
this love demanded

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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