Daylong I grind for bread
Seek scope for a piece of loaf
Fill the bowl to feed the bowel
Keep losing the strands of thread
That amid the labor dwell!

Evening I search my coffer
For picked scraps day’s offer
Find little as toil’s return
A few pennies and much heartburn!

Night finds me a coveted treasure
Can’t count them without measure
Were buried in the daylong grind!

Released the threads rule my head
Freed from the clutch of bread

*Bowl and bowel leave my mind!