To Strive and Labor On
by Michael Doyle

Every day that we wake up alive
It's a new day for each of us to strive,
To see what it is that we're meant to do.
The doing of which is up to me and you.

Ours are the strong minds and skilled hands 
That join together so we might build and mend.
Every day is ours, meant for us to understand
How hard we'll work before we let our days end.

To know the fullness of richness in our life's power,
Each day, we should work as the poor do for an hour.
In doing this, we are reminded to live and be kind.
Knowing the suffering of others leaves us less blind.

With our sweat and our hearts, we pave the way,
Weaving dreams into reality every Labor Day.
Our work is the pulse where true progress meets,
Be it the farm field or the urbanized street.

We sing a song of labor, and we sing it with love,
Taking our lessons from our Father above.
Every person on earth should earn their daily bread.
This is the way of wisdom, as so many have said.

Today's the workers' day of celebration.
Dedicated to those who built this great nation.
To sum it up, I guess it's best to say,
May you all have a wonderful Labor Day.

(c) September 1, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved