Think about these words, who do you work for? Many times when we have a boss we think we work for them, but do we? Read the poem and quotes and you may find a completely different answer than you expected.
Edgar A. Guest has a way of writing poems that make us stop and think. His words are ones that we should reflect on. So after reading his poem answer the question who do you work for?
Who Is Your Boss?
Poet: Edgar A. Guest
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.
If it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, go out and sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures.
Sweep streets like Handel and Beethoven composed music.
Sweep streets like Shakespeare wrote poetry.
Sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will have to pause and say,
here lived a great street sweeper who swept his job well.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Poems Of Encouragement
Don't be afraid to give your best to what seemingly are small jobs. Every time you conquer one it makes you that much stronger. If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves.
Poems About Work
The minute you realize that you work for yourself; that is the time you will find yourself on the road to success.
If you can't be a highway, then just be a trail.
If you can't be the sun be a star.
It isn't by size that you win or you fail.
Be the best of whatever you are.
Douglas Malloch, Be The Best of Whatever You Are
Be The Best Version Of You