Labor Of Love

I could never put a price on a labor of love,
pouring sweat down me like so many jewels.
People use you just like tissue, and then throw you away,
disregard this if this seems rather cruel.
I never got directions to fall down on my face.
Though, in hugging floors I've hit me a few.
Then I read me an Enquirer, it just blew me away.
It's so comforting you're animals, too.
Songs come riding on the cinders of a house that's on fire
in the minds of people burning that way.
And it's true they see the smoke that's rising up from the fire
but, there's no one to insist that they stay.
Writers tell you writers are just liars from birth
that could rhyme a thousand words in a day.
If you've doubts of what I tell you here is one line of truth,
in a week you could be writing this way.
And you would never put a price on a labor of love,
pouring sweat down you like so many jewels.
They could use you just like tissue and then throw you away,
you'll forgive them though they seem rather cruel.


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