Joy

I was thinking of all the little things in the day which give me joy: a lovely cup of tea and a sit down after a difficult job; a nice warm bed on a cold night or an unexpected telephone call from an old friend. All small things which don't cost much but spark that feeling of I'm glad to be alive. Here's one of my favourite poems about joy. I think you can tell, I quite like this poet !

Joy and Service by Robert William Service

I do the work I love;
And in it find a rich reward,
All price and praise above.
For few may do the work they love,
The fond unique employ,
That fits them as a hand a glove,
And gives them joy.

Oh gentlefolk, do you and you
Who toil for daily hire,
Consider that the job you do
Is to your heart's desire?
Aye, though you are to it resigned,
And will no duty shirk,
Oh do you in your private mind
Adore your work?

Twice happy man whose job is joy,
Whose hand and heart combine,
In brave and excellent employ
As radiantly as mine!
But oh the weary, dreary day,
The wear and tear and irk
Of countless souls who cannot say:
'I love my work.'

Isn't id great that the work of 'living on a shoestring' can be joyful as well !