In this world where everyone tries to be perfect
One certain way to gather universal respect
Seems to be to spend long hours at work
Leave the office early, and even if you don’t shirk
Any responsibility, you would still be perceived
As irresponsible and lazy, since it’s widely believed
Staying late is tantamount to being industrious
It portrays the image of a career illustrious
Family comes second, work scores higher
Is the mantra if higher goals you aspire
The image of a consummate professional
Is that of a steady worker who stays unruffled
By any predicament, stress or upheaval
Faced by him in the realm personal
So most of us try to put up a front brave
Of valuable things, livelihood is the first thing to save..
Thus forced workaholics do we become
Work then steadily becomes burdensome.
We might invest ourselves in our vocation
But our value at work has a date of expiration
So all walls crumble when work is no longer present
And neglected loved ones have made themselves absent
All those hours spent toiling lose their importance
With the sad realization that there is nothing left of substance..
So I urge you to take stock at present
If towards workaholism you might be bent
Remember your family and friends while they are
Still close to you, don’t let them go far!