My Wage

Here's a poem that I loved reading. I've reproduced it here for you.

MY WAGE

By,

Jessie B. Rittenhouse

I bargained with Life for a penny,

And Life would pay no more,

However I begged at evening,

When I counted my evening store;

For Life is just a 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 paid.