Monday left it's callus on my feet   I tried so to keep up   It kept dragging me behind      Tuesday lashed it's blisters upon my hands   I wish to clench them in defense   But the joints wouldn’t bend      Wednesday cracked it's whip upon my back   I hunched over in pain   My bones began to ache      And I fell to the floor, but nobody came   When I fell to the floor   I got back up again      Thursday’s weather cut across my face   Those lines never went away   And my hair was stripped to grey      Friday tried to wipe my tears away from my eyes   But still I had to cry   I had to nothing to show for my life      But these calluses and all of these blisters   These aching bones and these lines upon my face   This frail, decaying frame      Saturday brought grapes up to my bed   Said, “Rest your weary head   Just forgive and soon forget”      Sunday left me roses at my feet   It said, “Boy, you’re free to leave”   And close my lids to sleep