6 Poems About Work

Let these poems about work encourage and motivate you to be the best that you can be. There are many times where we wish we didn't have to go to work, but ask the person who just lost their job how they feel. We should be thankful that we have the opportunity and the skills to do our jobs. These poems were written years ago but the poems still apply today. May the poems here be ones that will motivate and encourage you.

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  1. Make Hay While The Sun Shines
    Poet: David J. Cable

    Make hay while the sun shines,
    That old maxim you'll find true,
    Do not put it off to-day,
    Thinking to-morrow will do.....
    Read the entire poem Make Hay While The Sun Shines



  2. Not Worth Fooling With
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan

    What - "life is not worth fooling with?"
    You're right, my lad, you're right!
    Just spread that doctrine far and wide, and spread it with your might.
    Life never is worth "fooling with " this is the truth you're giving.
    It isn't worth the " fooling with," but it's wholly worth the living!

    You say it's "not worth fooling with " the task assigned to you.
    You're right again, impatient lad; the thing you say is true.
    Perhaps not in the sense you mean if so, there's trouble brewing.
    Your job is not worth "fooling with," but it's surely worth the doing!

    "No, tasks are not worth "fooling with" 'tis not what tasks were made for.
    You must not fool with them at all' that's not what you are paid for.
    The best that's in you, body, soul and mind, you should be giving
    To what your hands have found to do not "fooling" toiling, living!



  3. Who Is Your Boss?
    Poet: Unknown

    "I work for someone else," he said;
    "I have no chance to get ahead.
    At night I leave the job behind;
    At morn I face the same old grind.
    And everything I do by day
    Just brings to me the same old pay.
    While I am here I cannot see
    The semblance of a chance for me."

    I asked another how he viewed
    The occupation he pursued.
    "It's dull and dreary toil," said he,
    "And brings but small reward to me.
    My boss gets all the profits fine
    That I believe are rightly mine.
    My life's monotonously grim
    Because I'm forced to work for him."

    I stopped a third young man to ask
    His attitude towards his task.
    A cheerful smile lit up his face;
    "I shan't be always in this place,"
    He said, "because some distant day
    A better job will come my way."
    "Your boss?" I asked, and answered he:
    "I'm going to make him notice me.

    "He pays me wages and in turn
    That money I am here to earn,
    But I don't work for him alone;
    Allegiance to myself I own.
    I do not do my best because
    It gets me favors or applause—
    I work for him, but I can see
    That actually I work for me."

    "It looks like business good to me
    The best clerk on the staff to be.
    If customers approve my style
    And like my manner and my smile
    I help the firm to get the pelf,
    But what is more I help myself.
    From one big thought I'm never free:
    That every day I work for me."

    Oh, youth, thought I, you're bound to climb
    The ladder of success in time.
    Too many self-impose the cross
    Of daily working for a boss,
    Forgetting that in failing him
    It is their own stars that they dim.
    And when real service they refuse
    They are the ones who really lose.



  4. Let Me Do My Work
    Poet: Henry VanDyke

    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,
    When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
    "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
    "Of all who live, I am the one by whom
    "This work can best be done in the right way."

    Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
    To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
    Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
    And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
    At eventide, to play and love and rest,
    Because I know for me my work is best.



  5. Work Is The Ladder To Success
    Poet: Unknown

    Work is what you make it - a drudgery, or a joy,
    Work is the bread upon the waters,
    Work is the genius of application.
    Work is the cure of laziness, riches and indigestion and poverty....
    Read the entire poem Work is The Ladder to Success



  6. Work
    Poet: Angela Morgan

    Work!
    Thank God for the might of it,
    The ardor, the urge, the delight of it--
    Work that springs from the heart's desire,
    Setting the brain and the soul on fire--
    Oh, what is so good as the heat of it,
    And what is so glad as the beat of it,
    And what is so kind as the stern command,
    Challenging brain and heart and hand?

    Work!
    Thank God for the pride of it,
    For the beautiful, conquering tide of it.
    Sweeping the life in its furious flood,
    Thrilling the arteries, cleansing the blood,
    Mastering stupor and dull despair,
    Moving the dreamer to do and dare.
    Oh, what is so good as the urge of it,
    And what is so glad as the surge of it,
    And what is so strong as the summons deep,
    Rousing the torpid soul from sleep?

    Work!
    Thank God for the pace of it,
    For the terrible, keen, swift race of it;
    Fiery steeds in full control,
    Nostrils a-quiver to greet the goal.
    Work, the Power that drives behind,
    Guiding the purposes, taming the mind,
    Holding the runaway wishes back,
    Reining the will to one steady track,
    Speeding the energies faster, faster,
    Triumphing over disaster.
    Oh, what is so good as the pain of it,
    And what is so great as the gain of it?
    And what is so kind as the cruel goad,
    Forcing us on through the rugged road?

    Work!
    Thank God for the swing of it,
    For the clamoring, hammering ring of it,
    Passion and labor daily hurled
    On the mighty anvils of the world.
    Oh, what is so fierce as the flame of it?
    And what is so huge as the aim of it?
    Thundering on through dearth and doubt,
    Calling the plan of the Maker out.
    Work, the Titan; Work, the friend,
    Shaping the earth to a glorious end,
    Draining the swamps and blasting the hills,
    Doing whatever the Spirit wills--
    Rending a continent apart,
    To answer the dream of the Master heart.
    Thank God for a world where none may shirk--
    Thank God for the splendor of work!

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