Arbrieten, work or Kaam,
essay the seriousness it demands.
One may say they are just words,
but they give one a sense of purpose.
Is too much that I desire,
to be happy and higher.
Say the wise saint to me once,
live it each day like no one else.
Get a sense of purpose yet enjoy,
remember its act of labor that you aspire.
Labor for one's mind and for one's soul,
Keeps one away from rot and coal.
Oh thy Saint! what you said is true,
one sees the folly when in blue.
lets start living and breathing a like,
way to fulfill one's destiny then die.
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