They say that work defines you,
But is that ok by you?
It wasn't ok by me,
Until I thought, maybe it should be.
Buddhists see work as an outlet,
For creativity, innovation, effort.
A rewarding experience that makes life,
Whole, allows you to keep a family and wife.
They say 'If you do a job you love,
You'll never work another day'.
But could this true I wondered?
As all around me advertising thundered.
'You need to work to be able to consume!'
The latest car, house or experience,
An iPod, iPhone, iPad, it all,
But what if, I, don't want to?
What if I want to work not for money,
But for the love of using my skills.
I don't work to kill, myself or others,
I work to bring life, end strife, help mothers.
Everyday I'm blessed to wake,
Because I'm inspired to go to work.
I'm inspired to inspire, and light a fire,
And never work another day, until I retire.
I wrote this poem for the dVerse Poets pub poetics challenge or writing a poem around the theme of work (as you may have guessed!)
I made a decision a number of years ago to never work for money, but rather to always work for something I love and believe in. This has led to work for a number of not-for-profits, environmental/sustainability organisations and now the child focused humanitarian organisation World Vision.
I love it.
I often arrive at work and suddenly think about how lucky I am to be paid to do what I love, and to help others at the same time, whether (hopefully) inspiring youth in New Zealand to be all that they can be, or raising money for our community development work in the Third World.
This poem is written as a spoken word piece so read it out loud and please let me know what you think!