Love Your Work

just love your work
and tell you what

the work does
it all for you

just sit there
do not even think
or lift a finger

your work hands
everything to you
in finished forms
perfectly perfect

love your work
and everything is done
without noticing
the existence of time

love your work
the table comes to you
all set and all you have
to do is simply sit,
eat and relax and
wait

kewl.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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