Adam, I thought of you when I punched the clock today
Eight more hours of the daily grind for a little bit of pay
Did you happen to stop and think of your toils in paradise
would become a painful master when you were enticed?
What did you think when you felt that first drop of perspiration?
Did tilling the ground amongst thorns and thistles give inspiration?
Now, in the midst of my labors I think of a world without the curse
Long before we had to work for our bread and to fill up our purse
Adam, what were you thinking when you took the fruit from Eve?
Had God given you reason for mistrust or a cause not to believe?
The ground was cursed for your sake all the days of your life
now that time has passed, was it worth listening to your wife?
One foolish act brought sweat, toil, and thistles and thorns
In the sweat of your face you will have bread God warns
This labor of ours will last until dust we shall one day reprise
Happy cherishing TGIF should be to you of no great surprise!