Why ask what I do?
Who cares what I do?
Does my work define me to you?
Will you come to know me better
When you find out what work I do?
What can a label tell about me, him, her or you?
From a title, a role or a phrase on a scroll?
Letters reveal absolutely nothing at all.
Why not ask my what I like to do?
Or, better still
Ask me what gives me a real thrill!
Ask me what sorts of things
I love to read, see, hear, touch, smell and feel
Why ask what job I do?
Look into my eyes
See me, please care…
Take a deep breath…prepare to see me bare.
I bleed, I dream, I desire, I smile, I cry
Just like you
What can you tell about me from the work I might do?
Ask me how I feel
Wait for my response
It’s not the job that’s real.
When you care
You will know a little something about me
Something that matters
By asking me how I am
And, listening to me, too
Yes, we must go through this again.
Because, it shows you care
I care too.
I may not know you
But, I care about you
Yes, yes I do.
How are you feeling today?
And don’t tell me about your work
I want to hear about you.
Tell me what makes you smile
Laugh, cry and ache
Tell me what you really love…
To touch, feel
Smell, see hear
Thank you for sharing a piece of you, and
Please know that,
I really do care about you.
Featured image- Northern Coast, the Highlands of Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia
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