A tired, aching mother whose shift is 24/7.
A construction worker shivering in the cold.
A police officer or fireman, ready always, for life or death.
A food server, polite, behind a tired, bored smile.
A lawyer, pacing the courtroom, pleading belief.
A student, studying for a test that seems meaningless.
A teacher wondering if what she is forced to teach really matters.
A minister shouting out his perception of God and man.
A drug dealer strolling the backstreets of town.
We work, just as we breathe, because we are driven to,
Whether man or animal, we work to live, to eat, exist.
All the while wondering if it is worth it, if it will mean anything.
Stop. Close your eyes. Let 10 workers march through your soul.
beebeesworld 
bodhisattvaintraining said,
April 24, 2013 @ 12:31 am
I specially love that last line 🙂
· Der Silbenschmied said,
April 24, 2013 @ 5:17 pm
We sing this song at the beginning of our communistic male choral society every Thuesday 8 p.m. 🙂
Christy Birmingham said,
April 26, 2013 @ 7:06 pm
Oooh what a creative idea for a poem, and great ending!
theblackandwhitedragonfly said,
April 27, 2013 @ 10:36 pm
Beautiful ! Makes me think of great works of art, bravo !
Antoine