Work - Poem by Green Peace
Work is beauty
Work is reality:
Work is mode and not a load
Work is good: which we need for our daily food.
Work is grace and not at all a press!
As a lamp cannot burn without oil,
So a man without work will be spoilt.
Work is not a pain,
But a wonderful gain.
Dignity of labour should be considered by all.
By this there always will be joy, victory and never a fall.
Work is indeed a benefactor
Without which we would be left like a solicitor.
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