Hello budding poets!
Today I would like to write a poem about work. Enjoy reading!
Work equals health,
Work can be a source of wealth,
Financial, material, intellectual or cultural,
For some workaholics, this need is even vital.
I don’t want to live to work or kill myself to task,
I want to do what I like and especially not wear a mask,
Living my passions is a dream I don’t want to give up,
Even if the road is long, I know I will bear up.
Work makes you feel useful in society,
Even if you’re not in your dreamy company,
Work gives you a reason to get up every morning,
You better have a bread and butter job than letting unemployment rush you into the spiral of spleen.
Work allows you to test your capabilities,
Having a mission makes you gain responsibilities,
Working can be really exhausting
But don’t forget that suceeding is something rewarding…
Hope you enjoyed this poem. See you tomorrow 🙂