WHO
IS YOUR BOSS
"I work for someone else," he said, "I have no
chance to get ahead. At night I leave the job behind, at
morn I face the same old grind And everything I do by day just
brings to me the same old pay. While I am here I cannot see the semblance of a chance for me.”
I asked another how he viewed the occupation he pursued.
"It's dull and dreary toil," said he, “And brings but small
reward to me. My
boss gets all the profits that are rightly mine.
My life's monotonously grim, I'm forced to work for him.”
I stopped a third young elf to ask him about his task. A
cheerful smile lit up his face, “I shan't be always in this place,
Because
some distant day, a better job will come my way. My boss, I’m going to make him notice me.
“He pays me wages and in turn I am here to learn, I don't work for him
alone, allegiance to myself I own. I do not do my best to
get favors or applause, Working
here seems like a good business to me.”
“The best clerk on the staff is me, if customers approve My style manners and my smile
help the firm to get quality help
But what is more I help myself. From
one big thought I'm never free, That
every day I work for me, oh, youth, thought,
You're bound to climb the ladder of success in time. Too many self-impose the
cross daily f working for a boss, Forgetting that in failing him
it is their own stars that They demand when real service they
refuse, “They are the ones who really lose. So long as men shall be on earth there will
be tasks for them to do some
way for them to show their worth, each day rings problems new. And men shall dream of mighty deeds
that never had been done before,
There will always be many glorious human needs.”
”For men to work and struggle for, I
saw them tearing a building down, Sang a gang of elves in a busy town, with a
ho-heave-ho and a lusty yell, They
swung a beam and a sidewall fell in a fire of hell. I asked the foreman,
"Are these elves skilled as the men you would hire if
you had to build?" He
laughed and said, "No indeed! Just common labor is all I need I can easily wreck in a day or two what
builders have taken a year to do. "I asked myself as I went way, which
of these roles have I tried to play?
Am I a builder who works with care? “Measuring
life with rules and being square? Or am I a wrecker, who walks the town, Content with the labor of tearing down?
Elf or man would you stand the
test.?”
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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