Working is a mixed blessing,
though it is true
that I needed to be
with others.
Working is a mixed blessing,
though it is true
that I needed to be
with others.
People bring me joy
to meet, serve, and
share hope, with
my attempt at useful wisdom.
I meet seekers and
just plain shoppers,
and being paid
is a kind of freedom.
Energy to travel
and buy
more than
just to live.
A laptop,
inspiring books
and now
I can have a garden.
Yet I am busier
than I would like
which makes life
whoosh by so fast.
Usually it is either
time or money
and rarely both,
though it’s possible.
I am contemplating
the delicate balance,
and I am grateful
for my life opportunities.
The struggle is good–
I’m forced not to stagnate,
but to stretch to
realize my highest potential.