Some look at work as a burden they must shoulder and indeed it is a heavy yoke to bear. To a lucky few, work is a place to express their creative spirit. As we know there are some who cannot find a job to support themselves with honor. It is indeed a privilege to be able to support oneself.
Famous Poem
It needed just an extra turn to make the bolt secure,
A few more minutes on the job and then the work was sure;
But he begrudged the extra turn, and when the task was through,
The man was back for more repairs in just a day or two.
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Famous Poem
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
Today I committed to writing the overdue minutes of a quarterly meeting that I had put off for a long time. I made an impromptu trip out the mailbox to put off the task just a few minutes...
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Famous Poem
Home is the place where the laughter should ring,
And man should be found at his best.
Let the cares of the day be as great as they may,
The night has been fashioned for rest.
Famous Poem
I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;
Famous Poem
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
My mom was in a nursing home for 3 yrs. She had lost her legs from above the knee down which made
it very hard for her. She relied on these girls because she had no choice but they ALL...
The grass needs cutting,
I must mend the gate.
I'm expecting a parcel,
I hope it's not late.
Famous Poem
The poet sits and dreams and dreams;
He scans his verse; he probes his themes.
Then turns to stretch or stir about,
There are times to hurry.
Some things in life call for speed.
But more than ever, I'm learning
That pace is really what I need.
A BOSS is someone who comes in early and stays late.
A BOSS is someone who says the nice things to cheer us up and the bad things to settle us down.
A BOSS is a janitor who cleans up messes and sweeps them under the rug! No just kidding!
A BOSS is a coach who stands behind their staff and says, "We are a team" and "There is no I in team!"
LOVE THIS POEM !!
I just started a new job, and this poem is all about the Manager/Director of my Dept. in Customer Service.
He is the man to work for !!
Kuuuuudoooooos to him !!
A brave nurse, that she is.
She faces her fears for us,
By whipping on her scrubs and gloves
Each day with no fuss.
I'm in nursing school. The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. I've lost so much and so many to COVID and the idea of helping someone's family member recover from...
Oh bed my bed
Our day has just begun
It snowed today
No work, hooray
Strive at work while you can.
God knows it's why you are a man,
But don't wait till the funds abound
Before you get to slow it down.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" I heard.
I really hate that lousy bird!
I got home late from Betty Lou's,
But now I've got my chores to do.
Give me less and expect more,
Increase the number of students-unscored.
Yes, increase them to where they sit out the door,
But I'll exceed. I'm an educator.
I am an educator in a school where the principal would be seen after break running with a meter or so long whip and chasing students back to class. This is effective and teachers take the...
Day after day, same monotonous routines
Work and more work, is that all it means
From this moment onwards until I'm old,
Be walking to work, rain, snow and cold
This poem touched my heart because today youngsters are undergoing so much of stress in work. My son also has tremendous work pressure.
Every morning is just the same
It's been years of this tired old game
Bleary eyed and lacking in sleep
Reaching for clothes left in a heap
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