a working dream

a bit of a goof, just a go really, missed the deadline for the contest since i realized a bit late this style/content didn't match the syllabus so i wrote another, both not entered but, fun anyhow..

And what of my days-

having spent them generously Reaching for a place that fit.

Participating in the struggle to survive: I lift glass, caulk, build, 

and sweat while you harvest grain, teach children,

answer phones, or deliver babies--as a sum,

together, unified, we satisfy the needs.

I have had many jobs, each a hat well worn,

and, work has consumed most of my moments,

filling my waking hours with purpose.

But what purpose?

Whom or what do I serve?

Where, in this maze of motion

do I belong?

In my searching I have decided:

How I work means more than where I work.

It's easy to think if "If I didn't work today what would it matter";

Yet, if tomorrow all of life thought

the same, nothing would grow.

each of us is worth more than we know.

Reviews

[Nautili]

This is an uplifting poem! How many people wonder if their contributions really mean anything in the large picture! Or if they are just bringing home a paycheck with no inspiration other than that to fuel them,their lives can quickly turn to drudgery.This has a very good message, thanks for sharing.