I Understand You

I understand you.
Sheltered, never having had responsibilities.
Work seems so difficult.
To even edit or speak something for an hour
On any given day
Must be hard.

The amount of work I do
My Anchor Account,
My Books--
I look at what you've produced in three years,
And I've done more in three months.
I understand it must be exhausting
To have something wise to say---
That's the first step.
Find something to say.

It took me fifteen years of hard work---

I don't tease you.
I worked a few jobs---
While your labor is supposed to be intellectual
My labor is supposed to be physical.
I cannot do physical labor.
But, I can do intellectual labor.
And intellectual labor I do...

It's funny how work is subjective.
Your family expects you to do work like I do.
While my family expects me to do work like my brother.
What comforts me is Leonardo da Vinci
Came from a Notary's family.
That rank would be like a middle class clerk.
It is my labor---of my class-which I do;
If I'm endowed with Genius, then so be it.
But, I understand you.
I'm being told to do something I can't.