This Steemit Original Poetry is a response to fellow Steemian 
’s “All Play and No Work.” This piece poses one of the greatest existential questions we face -- if all of my financial needs were met, would I still find joy in the labor of work?
The poem begins:
If money were not problem
would I still work?
Or would I quit a job
and leave it with a smirk.
IF MONEY WERE NOT A PROBLEM...
I suspect I would become a kid again
Spending lavishly on yesteryear’s unbridled passions foretold
High hopes previously dashed by a small bill fold
I would wake up early eager to spend what is now my time
Maybe watch the sunrise
Instead of selling out for corporate dime
If money were not a problem, I could afford to dream beyond me
Hope higher for humanity
Because if money were not a problem
The next hope is to eliminate all need
From the neighbor to our brethren across the seas
No more dry lips yearning for drink
No more hungry mouths to feed
But who are we kidding
If money were not a problem
That must mean one thing
I am one small bite from the dust, at death’s doorstep
Where the greatest of riches means nothing
