Some say works a calling,
others, a curse to endure;
some love what they’re doing
others simply aren’t so sure.
Why then do we labor,
just to put food on the table?
Are there nobler motivations
or killing time while we’re still able?
God himself is always working
so it must be what to do;
why don’t we seem to get it,
stop complaining, see it through?
Two of life’s big decisions
are made while we’re so young,
career choice and life partner’s,
yet most don’t get ’em wrong?
How do we explain it,
perhaps there’s a master plan?
Someone silently pulling levers,
empowering us to do all we can.
Long ago job hopping was abnormal
lots of 50 year employees were around;
marriage was a lifetime commitment,
now change and hurry so abound.
Is there a connection between ’em,
or just signs of the time;
putting down roots a’ anathema
staying put, why be confined.
“Hurry’s not from the devil,
it is the devil” is a quote that’s all to true.
So, why don’t we slow down, enjoy life,
the years we’re given are so few?
But if hurry’s from the dark side,
what’s the corporate ladder all about?
Should our careers change what’s important
from things eternal to things we doubt?
Was life better when much simpler,
though a whole lot fewer toys?
But more’s not always better
when the price is peace and joy!
As plants require roots to feed ’em
without ’em flowers just don’t bloom,
perhaps the message found in nature,
without proper roots life’s just a tomb.
Why don’t we try the slow route,
let our lives take root and grow,
before life’s weeds grab a’hold us,
choke out life, stifle our go.
Only a few things really matter
in the overarching scheme of things,
God, family, friends, the good life
so why do we focus on the bling.
And when our time on earth has ended,
the legacy we leave,
will be the lives of those we left behind,
not the toys we cannot see.