Dead End Jobs

Dead end jobs, We all got those, The ones that hurt your feet And the bottom of your souls, Customers complain ***** and moan, For items that have been long gone, Get hot headed when their sizes are not in, We have to stand and hold in our screams, Keep our cool, when really we just want to say, Hey why don't you walk in my shoes If it just for a day, Just for a while maybe you'll see, We got more problems then just your sizes, Come on jump in my shoes, I be happy to do it for you, To feel a day with no pain, Maybe to smile truly stunning, then this faked smile, So before you moan about all the silly stuff, Take a look at the staff, Some are hiding most pain, In shed of moaning why don't you say, Hey are you okay. Written by Davina Browne 25 / 01 / 15