1. He swore by the Lord of dawn
This year bears naught but paper

2. People lost betting on it
It won't fetch market price

3. I row from morn's first glow
And sprint home by dusk's last ray

4. I return home in darkness
Climb to the roof with no energy

5. Bread's brought as is custom's way
But worry keeps my appetite at bay

6. Worse than all this, is that I
Pay my due from my throat's drought