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... came across this which I'd saved from the mists of prehistory a while ago on the sadly now-defunct CAN_MILITARY echo on FIDONET and thought I'd share. Still relevant today, IMNSHO.
Ode to the Dayworkers
The men down in the spaces
Their lonely vigil keep,
Alert and ever watchful,
While all around them sleep.
The ones who take for granted
the comforts of a home;
Like heat and light and water
And passage o'er the foam.
One day, these passage sweepers
And others of their ilk,
Will find that there's no water,
no coffee, tea or milk.
No light to read their skin books by
And nowhere they can go,
When the silent, great minority
Take a holiday from 'below.'
P2ER4 D. Sutherland
HMCS Bonaventure
1970
Ode to the Dayworkers
The men down in the spaces
Their lonely vigil keep,
Alert and ever watchful,
While all around them sleep.
The ones who take for granted
the comforts of a home;
Like heat and light and water
And passage o'er the foam.
One day, these passage sweepers
And others of their ilk,
Will find that there's no water,
no coffee, tea or milk.
No light to read their skin books by
And nowhere they can go,
When the silent, great minority
Take a holiday from 'below.'
P2ER4 D. Sutherland
HMCS Bonaventure
1970