a working dream

a working dream

A Poem by DiMar4u
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a bit of a goof, just a go really, missed the deadline for the contest since i realized a bit late this style/content didn't match the syllabus so i wrote another, both not entered but, fun anyhow..

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And what of my days-
having spent them generously Reaching for a place that fit.
Participating in the struggle to survive: I lift glass, caulk, build, 
and sweat while you harvest grain, teach children,
answer phones, or deliver babies--as a sum,
together, unified, we satisfy the needs.

I have had many jobs, each a hat well worn,
and, work has consumed most of my moments,
filling my waking hours with purpose.
But what purpose?
Whom or what do I serve?
Where, in this maze of motion
do I belong?
In my searching I have decided:
How I work means more than where I work.

It's easy to think if "If I didn't work today what would it matter";
Yet, if tomorrow all of life thought
the same, nothing would grow.
each of us is worth more than we know.

© 2014 DiMar4u


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This is an uplifting poem! How many people wonder if their contributions really mean anything in the large picture! Or if they are just bringing home a paycheck with no inspiration other than that to fuel them,their lives can quickly turn to drudgery.This has a very good message, thanks for sharing.

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This is an uplifting poem! How many people wonder if their contributions really mean anything in the large picture! Or if they are just bringing home a paycheck with no inspiration other than that to fuel them,their lives can quickly turn to drudgery.This has a very good message, thanks for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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DiMar4u
DiMar4u

Lodi, NJ



About
-you might describe me as a magnanimous perpetual transmuter, or you may simply point and say "..that guy over there-" more..

Writing
i am. i am.

A Poem by DiMar4u