And We Plow

From kindergarten to the graveyard,

We plow.

Up the hill, and downwards too,

We plow.

Wishing to grow older,

Begging later not to age,

We plow.

Reaching for the sky

While flirting with the Demon,

We plow.

Praying, vowing and going wrong,

We plow.

Giving up our best,

Leaving to fate the rest,

We get swollen wrists and ankles,

And we plow.

Our hands and feet get soiled

As we reach the final hour

When we will turn our heads around

To find amused all that we have plowed.