As duty calls and my work is yet to be done,
I am returning to the world of cares,
A place where the race takes place
With all the sidekicks possible.
Not that I care much for what comes now
As my part is in doing my job
Taking one day at a time, one step at a time,
Like a trusting child, like a bruised old woman.
So tired am I today that I yearn to sleep
But rest runs away for now;
The broken fragments all picked up again,
I move on in the battle of life.
Come what may, the work is there
To be done.