Each day I live I thank the Lord <br /> I do the work I love; <br />And in it find a rich reward, <br /> All price and praise above. <br />For few may do the work they love, <br /> The fond unique employ, <br />That fits them as a hand a glove, <br /> And gives them joy. <br /> <br />Oh gentlefolk, do you and you <br /> Who toil for daily hire, <br />Consider that the job you do <br /> Is to your heart's desire? <br />Aye, though you are to it resigned, <br /> And will no duty shirk, <br />Oh do you in your private mind <br /> Adore your work? <br /> <br />Twice happy man whose job is joy, <br /> Whose hand and heart combine, <br />In brave and excellent employ <br /> As radiantly as mine! <br />But oh the weary, dreary day, <br /> The wear and tear and irk <br />Of countless souls who cannot say: <br /> 'I love my work.'<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/work-and-joy/
