Here’s to the doormen,
The porters, the waiters,
The plumbers, the cabbies,
The exterminators…
Here’s to the teachers,
The nannies, the nurses,
Performers and artists
And writers of verses…
Here’s to the athletes,
The mailmen, reporters,
The chefs and the police force
And climate supporters…
Here’s to the builders
And tour guides and cleaners
And research assistants
And medical screeners…
Here’s to repairmen
And bakers and drivers
And farmers and shepherds
And all of the strivers
Who put in the effort,
Most times, to the letter,
To help make our lives
(And their own) so much better.
Of all the professions ever been in the world
Some are rightly regarded today as absurd
The Western Union man just can't compete
with high-tech texts and twitters and tweets
'Typewriter Repairmen' now obsolete
'Abacus Salesmen,' long rest their feet
'Butter Churners,' consigned to back burners
Bowling lane 'pin-spotters,' no longer wage-earners
But the profession I miss the most by far
is the Texaco Gas Jockey with his big bright red star
Doctor visits---Paying bills
Always climbing up lifes hill
Hoping to stay on the top
But suddenly you fall and drop
Back to the bottom once again
From struggles that never end
Repairmen, food and monthly rent
There is always a big dent
In your savings account book
Sometimes your afraid to look
At your dwindling low balance
Dividing money is a challenge
Between diapers, clothes and fun
But your not the only one
Going through this daily stress
Life and money is a mess
We take it one step at a time
Hoping there's a day we'll find
That hill no longer has a drop
We are on the very top
Looking at a bright new view
No more struggles to go through
Mend the life set before me--
change can be good, a fresh start
Call a repairmen, it is salvageable--
Sever the old ties, new and improved!
Struggles come and go, inner turmoil stagnant this life
Struggles between good and evil
Self improvement desired but laziness overcomes
Spirit of a warrior and muscles of a powder-puff
Change, change, CHANGE!!!
Never was good enough anyway.
Big ideas, that won't come to fruition.
Pain and weakness are your closest friend, closer than a brother.
Death creeps vermicular upon us all.
Continue to walk the road less traveled until the journey's end.
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