Where does the Jewish workplace lie?
Is it in the heart or high in the sky?
Does it begin with morning’s bell?
Or was it when Goliath fell?
Can it be found on hearth so warm?
Can we skip out when feeling forlorn?
Does duty extend to every man?
Or just those in the Jewish clan?
Are all our tasks in the Torah scroll?
Or are there more, soon to unfold?
Should our efforts be a part of a plan?
Or just to do each bit, whenever we can?
Should focus be for children, elderly, hungry, the sick?
Or with Wall Street’s clocks going tick, tick, tick?
Is it all about us, or about the other?
Family, son, nephew, or brother?
Should roles be different between man and wife?
Try many things, or just one for life?
Is work something done at a place?
And should your effort show on your face?
Should you always keep a smile, no matter what?
Whether it’s easy, or nail grinding tough?
Is ours the path of peace, or war?
Which will open or close our doors?
Maybe the work places number three?
One each for heart, mind, and body?
If that is so can we clock in at once?
Or must we space them out across the month?
Can one person even do so much?
Cultivate the spirit and still buy lunch?
Well, well, that’s our fate – what we must do,
Part of the job of being a Jew.email print