Work Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Work, done with strains
With drops of sweat
Oozing out of our glands
Sometimes hard with blistered hands
Our back aches as we bend to work
Yet it is inviting daily
Endearing to the diligent
Detestable to the indolent
Work, our daily companion
Work, divine creative acts
Its want is insatiable
Because it's a jolly friend of wealth
When it's too much
Complaints reign supreme
When it's lacking
The world is a hell
Some are named by their work
Our lives are wrapped in work
We are our work, work is us
So, whatever we are or will be
Is determined by our work