Job Complete
At last, a job complete
And so I go to meet
The workers who’ve done
The task that’s not so fun
And so I go to meet
The workers who’ve done
The task that’s not so fun
With my fingers crossed
Hoping nothing’s lost
I’ve been out of the house
While they, like a little mouse,
Had the run of the place
That I make my living space
So with hope I go back
To see if my entire stack
Of books is still there
Or if they’re scattered everywhere
The worker’s job complete
And so I go to meet
The job that awaits me
As I start to look and see
That everything’s alright
Before I stay a night
At the place I call my home
I no longer need to roam
