Work

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Work has brought me many things,

Though piece of mind I count as the highest.

A job is a job, or so it is often said,

But work can be a release for a short while.

The job's of my life have always been public service,

My work has always been to do the best I can with my skills.

I have been blessed with the abillity to progress in this field,

An understanding of labor brewed within my youth.

Life that I live can be mind numbingly consumptuos,

Work has been a friend to lean on in these times of stress.

Fear of failure has not tarnished my striving to accomplish,

I know I am more than equipped to carry ever forward.

Work has always been there to drag my mind out of its hole,

Forced me to gather my train of bungled thoughts.

Driven me to step through the slush of misery,

Wrapped me in the knowledge I am needed.

A job may very well be just a job,

Work is an escape and a path to my future.