A Tired Worker Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

‘I
I am the tired worker
Who aches in back
Who scarce can move
Who draws his feet
Round
I am
The tired Poet Seer
Whose heart has seen much
Whose heart has felt much
And will go.
I
The Tired Poet
The tired worker
The tired Soul
The tired Inner Soul
Who yearns for all
To dissolve
For all to evolve
Round and round
The mists go that
Were things now
Transformed without sound.
For
‘I
I am the tired worker
Who aches in back
Who scarce can move
Who draws his feet
Round
I am
The tired Poet Seer
Whose heart has seen much
Whose heart has felt much
And will go.’