Tuesday, 20 April 2010

An interview with a care giver.

I’m a good person
You can tell by the work I do
It’s no secret to me
That I’m a better person than you

I help lots of people
At least I play the part
I help the disabled
And those who aren’t too smart

The money is a bonus
But it’s not my reason why
I can’t put a price on the feeling I get
When others pass me by

Oh, you’re a salesman
Well that’s sound just great
I’m a caring person
In fact I’ve bin caring this morning since eight

Today we’ve been painting
Well I have, they can’t do much
Most of them don’t really get it
They just sit around and watch

I love it when we go walking
We visit the local town
I always grab one in a chair
Because you can just push them round

It’s easy being caring
I don’t know why they moan
Or why they look so tired
When I drop them back at home

I’ve just given them all day
To clean the chaos behind their door
Why do some people find it so hard,
Why do they always ask for more?

I’m such a good person
I just want you to know
Remember to tell everyone
Ok, I'm bored now, you can go.

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