Do You Think that You Know Me

Do you think if you know

The job that I do,

You’ll have the true measure of me

Well………..

There’s the job in the fish shop

That put me off chips,

And the one in the office

That bored me to bits,

I’ve cooked and I’ve cleaned,

Taught History in schools,

Sold teddies at market,

Made wonderful stools.

But is that all there is

to a person,

The sum of the jobs that we’ve done.

I’m a gardener, a crafter, and poet,

A mother, a sister, a gran,

Watch Boro get stuffed on a match day,

Oh yes, I’m a Bob Dylan fan,

I chortle at Eric and Ernie,

Get angry at Rishi AND Keir,

Feel holy at church Zoom on Sunday

But holier than thou makes me sneer.

So please don’t assume

That you know me,

From the job on my income tax form,

I’m more than a flat plastic label,

That’s only a part of the whole,

I’ve a history, and interests, and passions,

I don’t fit a neat pigeon-hole,

You can’t judge a book by its cover,

Plumb the depths, take your time and explore,

A job’s just a way to stay solvent