A livelihood
bereft of living
where money alone is measure
Laying stress on money
Searching for a job.
Robs youth of perspective
Money is one in many petals
Others are rest and creativity
Roles are many
In life’s play
A heart flowers with many
Lest a dissected flower
in dry and barren.
Author notes
While searching for a job, majority look for money. They land in deserts rich in sand instead of blooming garden rich in variety.
A contest entry
- Sweet Evil by PerfectImperfection.
675 points, ended March 31, 2008, 12 entries
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thats very very true.
i recently actually [finally] got my first job. instead of working at one of the commonplace areas most teens work at, i went out of my way to find one i'd be happy at without worrying about the money issue. and i do in fact love it. this is a great write, too. its got a lot of meaning and your word choice is fabulous, too! wonderful write, dear! keep up the great work!
rizzie -
Hmmm, i can get into this. Thought provoking. Ive been working at Walmart ever since I got out of school. Its like, from very early ages its pressure put on the kids, "What are you going to do? Work, or college?" It frustrating. Good work.


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intriguing
I have lately been looking for a job and this is exactly the dilema I have been facing. your descriptions are beautiful and your writing intrinsic. i really enjoyed this write.

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An interesting piece of thought. You weave such a provoking piece of insight on variation. Thank you for your entry!
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You have done really well here to express how the difference in looking for a job with money, or looking for a job with happiness. Sometimes the line can be so fine, but at the end of the day, money cannot buy you happiness. Well done for this, and best of luck for the contest.
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I really love both this poem and your author comments. I truly feel this strongly right now and the lines
"A livelihood
bereft of living" sum it up very well.
Nicely done and best wishes to you!
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Your poem compares the priorities of life: do we work to live, or live to work? There is an idea now that we are what we do for a living, which is so limiting. My doctor in Canada is also an artist, son, husband and father; we are more than we appear.
In the title, Job reminds me of the character in the bible, who was tortured and tempted by Satan. It would be more clear as a common noun as "a Job".
"Money is one in many petals" is a lovely metaphor of life as a flower - I have seen several floral images in your writing, this shows much with few words. The last stanza confused me a bit, you moved to a stage metaphor and then back to the flowers. I am not sure what you intend with the last two lines, but I have the impression of dried and barren petals.
This is an interesting poem, thank you.


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