The Value of Work

Do we work for money, or peace of mind?

Sometimes it's money.

Sometimes, it's peace of mind.

I will explain...

The Comfort of Work

Not every job is joy or fun

But comfort helps us get things done

If we are comfortable, stress is less

And comfort helps us deal with all the day's tests.

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Some have work that fires the soul,

A gift aligned with a perfect role.

Most of us just labor, hour by hour,

This or that reason holding its power.

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Necessity is one, bills must be paid

We work to eat, to finance our days

Agency calls—we want to feel we matter,

Even though work sometimes leaves our spirits in tatters.

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Some do our part out of sheer duty,

To kin, to land, or civic beauty.

Some climb the rungs with a measured aim,

For prestige, a higher title, to make a name.

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Some of us work to keep our minds bright,

To stretch our limbs, to sleep at night.

Or build reserves for storms to come,

When age or fate will make our labors numb.

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Some of us toil, though riches could suffice,

Seeing in work, a fair device.

Some of us find in labor, a necessary retreat,

From grieving hearts, and other trials we meet.

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These are some of the reasons we work.

Even though, we may have enough reasons to shirk.

For work brings gifts beyond the pay,

It lights our hearts, and lifts the day.

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Yes, the comfort of work is not just gold,

It brightens our lives, and keeps hope bold.

Beyond the wage, work grants us cheer,

A daily strength to persevere.

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