I found this poem today in the Utah Ogden Mission newsletter dated January 12, 2010. It struck me when I read it that I have set my wages too low. Somebody’s got to do something about that. And who would that somebody be but me? Enjoy the poem.
My Wage
I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening when
I counted my scanty store.
For Life is a just employer,
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why you must bear the task.
I worked for a menial’s hire,
Only to learn dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have willingly paid.
Jessie Belle Rittenhouse
