MEN’S WORK

Somebody has to kill the cow,

Somebody has to go down the stairs when there is a noise

Somebody has to carry the baby out of the burning building

Somebody has to stoke the fire

Somebody has to find the Golden Fleece

Somebody, when the food runs low, has to go

Somebody has to dig the ditch

Somebody has keep the peace

Somebody has to stand against the advancing tide

Somebody has to open the jar

Somebody has to fight the tears

Somebody has to laugh when the light goes out

Somebody, finally, somebody has to tell the truth

Somebody has to lasso the wind

Somebody has to push this stone up the hill one more time

And though you can do all this

I do it

Because it is what I do.