The Job That Built Me

Standing in this structure, that has long since, been demolished Breathing lemon bleach, where the floor was freshly polished. Taking photos in my mind, of this single, borrowed moment already the past, but I had one chance to own it The buzzing of the phones and barking dog, echoes Yogi's chipper voice, greeting with hellos "Anna!, line 6!", rolled through the intercom The bright, red light blinked and I felt a sense of calm Only my sweetheart would know to call me on this line Which meant, it must be late. Getting close to closing time Others argued over the work It didn't bother me a bit. I didn't care to sit At the peak of my prime, working for a dime, you can bet I didn't quit until my check was signed This delapadated building, positioned, just beyond the tracks and The beginning of adulthood, I keep trying to go back The money earned and lessons learned They made me who I am Who would have thought, as time turned I'd wish a traffic jam Oh what a bore, to crave nothing more Than my hardest working days Back then, I prayed for more in store For the children, I should raise But suddenly, it's clear to me That who I was, I was meant to be I hadn’t the slightest clue back then But who I am, is where I've been To think, that rundown building Where I worked for minimum wage I scrubbed from floor to ceiling And tidied every cage Would be a stepping stone As time kept moving on A chunk of foundation For my very creation Treasured memories I would own 13 years have passed Things are changing way too fast They’ve surly moved on from me But I hope they would agree That I too, played part, in the shaping of the heart As they, in turn, sculpted me, they were my family