There’s an inevitable point in life,
When even if the job meant strife,
Circumstances drive us to slog on,
Even if the job meant stifling a yawn!
I have been through such a phase,
When I was always looking for ways
To escape the job and do what I wanted,
But by my commitments I was daunted.
Then came the day I was waiting for,
When I felt I’d won the work-job war,
For without an iota of fear or doubt
From the bank job, I could walk out.
As days went by, I have come to realize
That in life, one has to often compromise.
Someday soon, the right time will come,
When the freedom tune will be ours to hum.
Today, I am working but not doing a job,
Enjoying myself and am no longer a slob!
Job is something one is compelled to do,
But work means exploring avenues new!
Some lucky ones have jobs that they enjoy,
As their job and work enables them to buoy.
This usually is the case in the creative field,
As both the job and work satisfaction yield.
