a serf of duty

you beat your head against the stubborn wall

it does not matter and the long days fail

you seem to have no choice but weep or wail

 

you've kept your eye dead steady on the ball

paid no attention to the fools who rail

you beat your head against the stubborn wall

 

the years are passing and your force is small

nothing you do puts weight into the scale

or adds a puff of breeze to the slack sail

you beat your head against the stubborn wall