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Edgar Guest - Who Is Your Boss?Edgar Guest - Who Is Your Boss?
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"I work for someone else," he said; "I have no chance to get ahead. At night I leave the job behind; At morn I face the same old grind. And everything I do by day Just brings to me the same old pay. While I am here I cannot see The semblance of a chance for me." I asked another how he viewed The occupation he pursued. "It`s dull and dreary toil," said he, "And brings but small reward to me. My boss gets all the profits fine That I believe are rightly mine. My life`s monotonously grim Because I`m forced to work for him." I stopped a third young man to ask His attitude towards his task. A cheerful smile lit up his face; "I shan`t be always in this place," He said, "because some distant day A better job will come my way. "Your boss?" I asked, and answered he: "I`m going to make him notice me. "He pays me wages and in turn That money I am here to earn, But I don`t work for him alone; Allegiance to myself I own. I do not do my best because It gets me favors or applause— I work for him, but I can see That actually I work for me. "It looks like business good to me The best clerk on the staff to be. If customers approve my style And like my manner and my smile I help the firm to get the pelf, But what is more I help myself. From one big thought I`m never free: That every day I work for me." Oh, youth, thought I, you`re bound to climb The ladder of success in time. Too many self-impose the cross Of daily working for a boss, Forgetting that in failing him It is their own stars that they dim. And when real service they refuse They are the ones who really lose.
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