Our inside and our out we give away
I hand in forms to re-apply at my work
Subject to DBS. I know the pay
Will come in handy. Another day
Another dime. My insecurities lurk
Beneath my smile. But where there’s way
There’s will. I can’t say nay
Without a try, only a jerk
Would be defeatist. Though I have to say
This ‘boundaries’ stuff we’ve got to follow today,
The policies and procedures of our work,
It’s garbage. It’s obvious we give away
Our inside and our out. My health I needs must say
On paper and for real it good enough works
Yet could be better, possibly yours too. Anyway
The point of this, dear Joe, I won’t delay,
Is that I like you, and if the work
Accepts me back (on cleaning), hey some day
Perhaps you’ll like me too and…who’s to say?
Elsie