Labor Day Poem by Harlan Simantel

Labor Day is nearly every day
for all of us who work.

We enjoy the fruit of others' labor -
clothes, food, house, car, TV,
roads to drive on, restaurants to eat in.

We enjoy these 'gifts' from others
who labor, usually anonymously.
It's easy to take it all for granted.

Consider: everything you own, use, and enjoy -
from shoes to stereo - was made
by a fellow human being, probably somewhere far away.

It's a service economy; we serve each other
by the work we do. More than wages earned,
we find meaning in serving others
with our skills and talents.

'The greatest among you shall be your servant, '
a wise man once said.
There are millions of great, ordinary people
who serve us by the work they do so well.