The Art Of Labor Poem by Jeff Rushton

Each profession has a great and profound reward of completion.
The carpenter builds homes and structures that man runs to for shelter.
Cabinets are built to house the handmade quilt or the treasures you hide from the silt.
The money you earn is multiplied by those who financially discern.
Technology is developed which helps man become less trivially enveloped.
Machinery and Metal are forged, in hopes of easing men's need for more.
Maintenance never ends, for time and weather cause great demands.
Entertainment is a relaxing air, it gives us what we want and need without actually going there.
The doctor's schooling is money well spent for it is he that keeps many from having to death-bed repent.
An attorney reads into the law, in hopes of helping, not hurting, depending on which straw he has drawn.
The Beauty of all professions lies not in the pay, but in the rippling reflections.
No man is greater, no man is better, even he who can exist without the help of another.