Car Check
Some days when it is time for work,
although still tired I do not shirk,
but struggle to get out of bed
while thoughts of sleep stay in my head.
My workplace is a large marquee
that’s put in place by only me,
it’s big enough to fit a car
but cumbersome as marquees are.
I fix this unit to my van,
a place where all the drivers can
be reassured their cars are fine
or shown the faults to fix this time.
Even when their news is bad
for my report they're really glad,
they really are the nicest folk
and through the day we laugh and joke.
At end of day when all are done
it’s not the last of all my fun,
you sometimes then may see me frown
for I have to strip the marquee down.
I’ll then drive home my job’s complete,
you know this day is quite a feat,
it’s not bad when it’s dry and warm
but hard when in a gale or storm.
I’m not complaining, fort you see
my customers rely on me
but driving home at end of day
I know I really earned my pay.
I’m not a youngster anymore
to spend my days down on the floor
but even though I’m getting old
I give the service they were sold.
I like my job and always will
but nowadays find it all uphill
so if you chance to see me yawn,
remember please when I was born!
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2016
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