Love is like cake,
Work is like bread and water.
You cannot live on cake.
If you try to, you become a diabetic,
And you die.
Love is best enjoyed after work.
Work keeps you alive,
And feeds you,
And clothes you,
And provides you with shelter.
If you work you live,
If you don’t, you die.
If you love you are happy or sad,
Depending on events that often are beyond your control.
Whether you love or not, life goes on,
Provided that you work.
Lonely, sad, unhappy,
People don’t die of broken hearts, except in plays.
And if you keep working, love will eventually come to you
A colleague, a boss, a customer,
A stranger you meet in a restaurant during lunch hour
Or at a bar, in the evening, on your way home from work.
So it goes.
And if the person you love distracts you from your work,
Goodbye, farewell, adieu!
Time to find someone new.
PS: I don’t remember why or when I wrote this curious composition but it probably had something to do with an English teacher.
What is more important for you, your career or love?