A Few Labor Day Poems
WHO IS YOUR BOSS
"I work for someone else", he said;
"I have no chance to get ahead".
At night I leave the job behind;
At morn I face the same old grind.
And everything I do by day
Just brings to me the same old pay.
While I am here I cannot see
The semblance of a chance for me."
I asked another how he viewed
The occupation he pursued.
"It's dull and dreary toil," said he,
"And brings but small reward to me.
My boss gets all the profits fine
That I believe are rightly mine.
My life's monotonously grim
Because I'm forced to work for him."
I stopped a third young man to ask
His attitude towards his task.
A cheerful smile lit up his face;
"I shan't be always in this place,"
He said, "because some distant day
A better job will come my way."
"Your boss?" I asked, and answered he:
"I'm going to make him notice me.
He pays me wages and in turn
That money I am here to earn,
But I don't work for him alone;
Allegiance to myself I own.
I do not do my best because
It gets me favors or applause--
I work for him, but I can see
That actually I work for me.
It looks like business good to me
The best clerk on the staff to be.
If customers approve my style
And like my manner and my smile
I help the firm to get the pelf,
But what is more I help myself.
From one big thought I'm never free:
That everyday I work for me."
Oh, youth, thought I, you're bound to climb
The ladder of success in time.
Too many self impose the cross
Of daily working for a boss,
Forgetting that in failing him
It is their own stars that they dim.
And when real service they refuse
They are the ones who really lose.
Edgar A. Guest
So long as men shall be on earth
There will be tasks for them to do ,
Some way for them to show their worth;
Each day shall bring it's problems new.
And men shall dream of mighter deeds
Than ever have been done before:
There always shall be human needs
For men to work and struggle for.
Edgar A. Guest
I saw them tearing a building down,
A gang of men in a busy town;
With a ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell,
They swung a beam and a sidewall fell.
I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled
As the men you would hire if you had to build?"
He laughed and said, "No indeed!
Just common labor is all I need.
I can easily wreck in a day or two
What builders have taken a year to do."
I asked myself as I went my way,
Which of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care
Measuring life with the rule and square,
Or am I a wrecker who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down.
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