It's a hard days work
The tools; my necessity
in my hands come the grease and grime
tighten a bolt here
fix an oil spill there
Wiping the sweat
my drenching brow
The grease clings to me
I keep on working
Its a hard days work
Another case
Back to work
I cling to my tools
My co-workers
My help in a hard days work
Do you know who I am?
Or am i another empty face?
My fruitful labor goes unnoticed
Though for myself
I take pride
In a hard days work
The callouses on my hands
The grease on my wrench
all for you
Just a sub-thought
In your hard days work
Author notes
The was my first thought upon the picture, i hope u like it.
Written October 9th, 2006
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Great write! I agree that most of the time, the labor of people such as our mechanics, goes unnoticed. They are the greasy figures in the back of the garage, whose hands we never shake, who never receive our thank you's for a job well done. This piece shows that, without them and their hard day's work, we wouldn't be able continue on with our daily life. We need their expertise and experience, which rarely gets adequate recognition. This is a fabulous piece! Thanks for your entry and good luck!
~Lori~
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