You say you love me, but sometimes you do not show it. In the beginning, you could not do enough for me. Now, you seem to take me for granted . . . Some days I even wonder if I mean anything to you at all. Maybe when I am gone, you will appreciate me and all the things I do for you. I am responsible for getting the food on your table, for your clean shirt, for the welfare of your children . . . A thousand and one things you want and need. If it were not for me, you would not even have a car. I have kept quiet and waited to see how long it would take for you to realize how much you really need me. Cherish me . . . take care of me . . . and I will continue to take good care of you.
So, who am I?
I'M YOUR JOB.