There are so many different, important occupations;
Found in passing faces, near the 23rd st. subway
station.
Each individual reveals a different
Job position, which they represent.
A pretty woman with a smile
Strolls with a graceful pace,
Headed with pure style
To start her morning race.
A strong man in a three piece suit
Moves briskly along,
To find the occupational root
Of his hearts song.
A whimsical mature lady smokes,
Her long elegant cigarette;
With all her carefree tokes
She ponders with no regrets.
A wise, well-lived, gentleman
Stares happily at the sky;
Grateful on this day, that he can
Just live and is getting by.
A porter, cleans the grounds;
A teacher, teaches children;
Security guard, makes his rounds;
A preacher, says “sins are forgiven”.
Two infants chat in carriages,
About life and their marriages.
A dog pulls her master,
Barking out “let`s move faster”.
The police proudly serve and always protect,
Bringing safety to all, by responding to every call.
Doctor’s and EMT`s do the impossible and resurrect;
A man depressed, and tormented, from his deadly fall.
Firefighters fight, risk their life, to quench with ease;
A once lethal, destructive, dangerous fire.
Military members give their life, deployed over vast seas;
To defend our freedom, from enemies, without tire.
Politicians work diligently to correct
Various unfair, unjust laws;
Fixing definitions
still imperfect,
Cause that is their cause.
Artists steadily, unselfishly develop;
For others, their forms hope to envelop.
So, when each piece is unveiled
We can experience part of their world;
And when we gaze upon their arts,
Might receive some joy in our hearts.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
