WORK WORK AND WORK
by Nature Lover
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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My friend at a corporate company was at the pinnacle of success when one fine day he just collapsed and was declared dead - Reason? Maddening work routine, 15 to 20 hours a day. All that fortune he earned did not help him to lead a peaceful life. This poem is about the irony of (corporate style) working to live a comfortable life that is about to cease soon - eventually missing all the true goodness of life ...
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Work, work and more work
Isn’t it all just for money?
No wonder it’s by sheer luck
I survive this monotony
Life isn’t any more charm
Its a devil's race that goes amok
wish I could but stay calm
to work, work and forever work
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
10/10/2010 |
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a life of simple wants yields abundant harmony of body-mind-soul.
sad that so many do not balance this basic equation.
sorry for the loss of your friend.
peace & blessings,
carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) |
8/31/2010 |
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| So sorry about your friend..to me its not the money its who I can help to live,,well said..stay safe and well..Hugss |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
8/26/2010 |
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Sorry to hear about your friend, another life cut short. Do you ever wonder how life would be if we devoted the time to God and improving all mankind??? Interesting piece...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by The Poetess |
8/26/2010 |
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Very well said. We work until we're dead,
Then wonder why we lost the life we never lead. |
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