Your Worried Brow

I placed my trust in all I’d earned

In house, in wealth and land

Now it serves as lessons learned

As it’s taken from my hand

 

For wasted years I refused to sweat

My heart I hid away

Rather than dwell in regret

I will forge ahead today

 

I will work to show my love

Set my hands upon a plow

For labor I am not above

Thus kiss your worried brow

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