SERVICE
by Jane Murphy
I’m a taxi driver, and My region I well know. I spend my days transporting people Where they want to go. And I must take without mishap The route to the requested site. Should I fail, then they just might Miss a rite or miss their flight, So I use quite a detailed map. I’m a skillful jeweler. I work with precious things, Like tiny works in watches And stones for ladies’ rings. To be precise I must beware, With steady hand and keen eyesight. Should I falter in poor light, Works could scatter, stones could shatter, So it matters if I care. I’m a pharmacist by trade, And I dispense and sell A thousand different medicines To help make people well. I must decipher doctors’ cryptic Writing, and must get it right. One mistake, and I just might Make them ill or even kill them, So each pill must match the script. No matter what one’s job is, One must strive to do it well. To act the careless slob is To invite a taste of hell. My service isn’t worth my pay Unless I do things right. And if I don’t, then I just might Quickly double all my trouble, Burst my bubble overnight.
