A Paying Job

Fri, 06/12/2015 - 16:11 -- JEB720

The sun rose, like it always does. 

 

I lifted my head, from the place that it was. 

 

The gift I receive every morning I wake, 

 

is the blessing of work, along with money I make. 

 

Driving or walking, running or biking. 

 

I labor myself at the job of my liking. 

 

It sure is amazing how much joy I obtain, 

 

From stretching my mind and my body through pain. 

 

It may sound strange to enjoy so much work,

 

but a passionate job I find as a perk. 

 

Earning money is truly awesome, 

 

the possibilities to help can blossom. 

 

I love when the work that I do can finally transpire,  

 

a paying job is what I admire.

This poem is about: 
Me

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