There are days
when life seems awful
and there’s nothing I can hold on to.
It’s on those days
I sit and do the work.
The work becomes my mantra
and my meaning
and my mainline, too.
I leave my thoughts behind
and do the work.

I do the work
for self-improvement.
I do the work,
for come what may,
the work might make me whole.
So I work.

If the women
or the whiskey
or unwilling friends
all get me down,
I put them all behind me.
In front? The work.
Though smiles escape me,
if I’m working,
I never think to frown.
All else is forgotten but the work.

The work is my redemption.
Yes! The work will make me strong.
I need nothing else to guide me
but the work.
I will work, then,
early and often,
so I can be complete.
I have faith in nothing but the work.

If you find yourself
in times of trouble
that no one in the world can see,
focus on what’s important.
Do the work.
Through hours of concentration,
salvation comes on bended knee.
The work helps us forever.
It’s what works.

Just do the work.
That’s all that matters.
Do the work;
ignore all else.
When the world seems shocked and awful,
do the work.
The work is our salvation.
The work is what we need.
The work breeds satisfaction.
So… work.