The limerick

Once there was a man at rest.

He worked when he could at his level best.

Others would find,

He was of a determined mind,

To reach the summit of success.

To work when he should,

And do his work good.

For it rarely could wait,

The things on his plate.

He often would work when he could.

And stay on the grind,

All of the time.

Morning and night,

He’d favor twilight.

For a moment of relaxation, he rarely had time.

When good isn’t enough.