Work requires sacrifice

It is a sad poem about the work. Waiting for work in the rain for a long time, then “somewhere ahead a man is waiting who will say, ‘No, we're not hiring today’”. It is a hard work time. Maybe like today.
“You know what work is--if you're old enough to read this you know what work is, although you may not do it.” I think so. We have a lot of good dreams about our future’ works when we are young. However, when we grow up, we have enough work experiences and then we know that work doesn’t like what we thought before. Most of works are hard. They require sacrifice- “forget you”—I think this is what work is. No matter you do physical work or service work, you lose some part of you—body or mind. This is common for the works, so you may not have dreams for any other kind of works when you old enough. The book Working and Nickel and Dimes also talk about sacrifice of works.