Every Day

Same old getting up at morn,

     Every day.

Same old body, fagged, forlorn,

     Every day.

Same old breakfast hurried down,

Same old suit or same old gown,

Same old journey into town,

     Every day.

Same old hum-drum kind of work,

     Every day.

Same old hankering to shirk,

     Every day.

Same old round of worriment,

Same old day of discontent,

Same old thoughts of life mis-spent,

     Every day.

Same old coming home at night,

     Every day.

Same old journey up a flight,

     Every day.

Same old supper, nothing new,

Same old bed to drop into,

Same old thing a whole life through,

     Every day.

Jan. 5, 1900