THE lad who'd prosper well, and rise, to work will blithely walk, and toil with vim, nor keep his eyes forever on the clock. "The Boss's interests are mine," he to himself will say; but the worthless swab loafs on his job, when the Boss has gone away. The youth who'd reach a higher place, his duties does not shirk; the cheerful smile upon his face shows that he likes his work. In earning trust and confidence he takes a keen delight; but the worthless oaf begins to loaf, when the Boss is out of sight. The chap who gets the good fat check when his week's work is through, is he who always is on deck, when there is work to do, who toils as bravely when alone as when the Boss is near; but the worthless runt neglects his stunt, should the Old Man disappear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE AFFLICTION OF MARGARET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH STRANGE FILAMENT by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |