Work One More

One day, I have,
To work the soil,
To labor,
To toil.

And then, what's this?
A sevenight off?
A laugh! A cheer.
But not a scoff.

Time is precious,
And precious is time,
When spent with somebody
For whom I pine.

And my precious is spent
With time here with me.
It doesn't have to make sense.
I'm free! I'm free!