Rising long before
the dawn of life
Ending up becoming
its first and last sign
Beating without a break
from week twenty
Pumping tireless
to the rhythm of life
Unmindful of season
or time of night
Not lazing about winter
or curling up in spring
Not waiting for a paycheck
or asking for a rise
Not going on a vacation
or holding a strike
The selfless diligence
second to none
in all of
Anatomy's Kingdom
Wired to perfection,
the reassuring presence
from the nave of ribcage
to the remote islands under nails
Ever the upbeat
life would have been
had the mind not taken
a cue from thee
Nagging diligently
beating down the headspace
Din of the mind
that drowns all else
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