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.