learning

The boy sits,
Quietly in his chair,
Hoping the call doesn’t come,
Hoping he could drift away into the air,

But the call comes,
As the boy surely knew,
And he leaves to go,
To begin work anew,

Now the day is over,
And he returns to his chair,
But no more does he hope,
To drift lazily into the air,

He feels the pain in his muscles,
He wipes the sweat of his brow,
but he smiles, and he laughs,
For this man has finally learned how,