Till and toil the soil,
for you never know what you might find.
Till and toil the soil,
toil and sorrow till sun up.
Sorrow for tomorrow, for now, then later.
Then later, much later, comes the smiles that waver,
pain for so little gain; was it worth it? I ask.
Down the road, not far, I know a thing that sparks.
Not too far I promise, a gem that sparks.
Though life doesn’t seem a walk in the park,
The feel I feel, is what I must lay.
Because life comes with it swirls and whirls,
and in the midst of the wind and grind; some fun I must find.

By Maybelle, Emmanuel Johnson, Adetiloye