No work's below one's dignity to do;
No job appears of lesser importance;
Life's hierarchy needs to be maintained too;
Nothing exists of less significance.
All don't have brains the same and act similar;
All can't be literate to same extent;
Some things are best kept cool in the cellar;
It need not be construed as 'mal- intent'.
'Tis best, one does the things he can do best;
There is no need to vie with your brother;
And each one has a variable work and rest,
We need not of the other much bother.
God knows each creature's soul, its pros and cons;
A dress of sanity, unmatched, He dons.
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