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