A Work So Humbling

"While time is moving in the trenches,/ I shall dig the foul stenches" - a poem.

While I forecast my ability,
I shall work with much humility. 
Suspect the future in my job,
Be quite kind, and never sob. 

While time is moving in the trenches,
I shall dig the foul stenches.
For all I need is job security –
In that, there can be impurity!

As profits soar, their wisdom sags,
And I’ll confront those bitter snags. 
I shall bring enormous muscle –
I'm employed, I need not hustle. 

All employees smell the loss, 
As their companies shed like chaos. 
So I’ll slave the humblest way –
Forever face these skies of gray…