The story of a bricklayer
Juno didn't live alone
His mother lamented the house
That he built with hands his own
Juno loved his work but mostly
Penny peanuts it would pay
He delighted in cement blocks
Making buildings was his play
"Juno, choose a new vocation"
"Not this mess you call a job"
His mother complained, insulted
Once Juno started to sob
That fateful day, an employer
Saw the arrangement he made
Was impressed with Juno's technique
Promotion, Juno was paid
By the next year, of the company
He became the new owner
Built a bigger house for himself
Bought his mother a new car
Slowly, Juno aged unhappy
He felt something was missing
He enjoyed the money plenty
Still his inside was hissing
The CEO he was, so he
Sighted no more cement blocks
He dealt with paper and software
His sweet sleep was held with lock
He stepped down one Monday morning
From the headaches of his post
Joined fellow bricklayers to do
The one work he loved the most
By the day's end, he was tired
For food, gave his mum a call
One discovery he denied not
His sweet sleep was best of all
