I didn’t dare relax much. Kept my back towards the sun.
I seen someone try it once and they kinda came undone.
They worked all days but Sundays, in the fields, their skin was brown.
Their outlook wasn’t rosy and their words could bring you down.
They grew in the ‘Depression. Maybe didn’t grow to tall.
I suggested that they relax once which was the beginning of the fall.
I sometimes think about them, but never for too long.
I have found a different way, not saying right or wrong.