The day is over.
Men ought to retire to rest
But...
Sleep won't come.
After toiling for the days meal,
We can't lay to rest.
For the matters of tomorrow are weightier than now.
What shall we do then?
Ponder... Ponder... ponder
Until it's dawn.
Rest comes when a man finally is laid to rest... by the icy hands of death.
When his comrades say, R. I. P.
Until then, the day and the night are but... moments of toil.
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