Poem -
Lucky me
There's always something wrong at work.
Someone is sick and cannot come.
Something's broken but, that day, you need to use it.
What a job I have!
I like it a lot, mind you.
But there's always something wrong.
And if everything was fixed,
where would be the fun in that?
I wash, I clean, I wipe and I dry.
All day long.
And when I come home what do I do?
I wash, I clean, I wipe and I dry.
Lucky me.
Part of my job is just part of life.
I am probably at the lower level of this community
but we're like small ants that you don't see.
What I do is important because it makes the cares easy.
I am lucky to have this job and I like to think they are lucky to have me.
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Comments
Sounds like they are very lucky to have you. You do an important job. Great poem x
You know with so many people too bloody lazy to work and hacking a better living off our UK ridiculous invalidity system I.really really like your thoughts here. I think covid proved that it is us...the minions... that really keep this country going Sam, shops, deliveries, postal, cleaning services as well as emergency services teachers and hospitals. Nobody needed to find Boris for that loaf of bread did they!!! x