Professional Discontent

D Dr John Celes Dr John Celes
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Some chose the farm but gave it up with ease, As it didn't yield the fruits of labour hard, When changes came in sun, rain, soil and wind, And nature's furies ruined what escaped! Some chose a profession, bit white-collared, And fleeced their clients, customers, patients, Earning huge sums in easy ways for long, But gave it through dissatisfaction! Some chose to be a man, woman of God, And bounties poured in abundance by grace, Turned mercenary from missionary, And left the fold from Shepherd as plain sheep! No one seems content with one's profession! No one is satisfied with divine gifts; No one lives as per Scriptural guidance; All want to live their earthly life with ease! Does man really pine to see God's face? Do men prefer the after-life o'er life? Even the pious are victims of greed! Man's troubles escalate when God's forgot! It matters not what profession you choose! You got to be dedicated, righteous; And God rewards each one equally well! Earthly inequality is man-wrought! Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-12

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