A Working Man (villanelle)

There’s always something else left to be done
yet no one can ever accomplish all in this life.
It feels like it you are always on the run.

Everything keeps piling up but in the long run
it doesn’t seem like too much of a strife.
There’s always something else left to be done.

You long for home where your newborn son
will be in your arms along with your wife.
It feels like it you are always on the run.

Could this day be anymore devoid of fun?
Why doesn’t someone just cut me open with a knife?
There’s always something else left to be done.

One cannot help but to shun
The clients who only bring you pain with rife.
It feels like it you are always on the run.

In my own little corner I am the only one
Who can pass the time by playing the fife.
There’s always something else left to be done.
It feels like it you are always on the run.