One More Round - Maya Angelou

One More Round by Maya AngelouThere ain't no pay beneath the sunAs sweet as rest when a job's well done.I was born to work up to my graveBut I was not bornTo be a slave.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.Papa drove steel and Momma stood guard,I never heard them holler ‘cause the work was hard.They were born to work up to their gravesBut they were not bornTo be worked-out slaves.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.Brothers and sisters know the daily grind,It was not labor made them lose their minds.They were born to work up to their gravesBut they were not bornTo be worked-out slaves.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.And now I'll tell you my Golden Rule,I was born to work but I ain't no mule.I was born to work up to my graveBut I was not bornTo be a slave.One more roundAnd let's heave it down,One more roundAnd let's heave it down.Support the showPoems are green and Poetry is mean. -Poetry Beast Please accept my endless gratitude,I'm tickled pink,You're a gift!Thank you for your time and attention.It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree