Laboured in Vain

I am so weary I’ve laboured in vain
Precious spoken words bounced off their brain
Falling then trampled from the light of the sun
I fought the fight in the end they won
This gold I mined from the pagers of a book
It takes more than a superficial look
Few are they that want to work in the mines
Most choose to party and on sensation dine
I can see the bride she’s grimy unclean
Her bones sticking out she’s way to lean
In my hands was food and a bottle of perfume
She got angry then push me out of the room
Sitting on the hill watch these fellows walk on by
Its amazing they can walk with that log in their eye
The sun will go down and the time fade
As I sit here I wonder who can break the blockade