A Special Love Letter
 

                       You say you love me, but sometimes you don’t show
                      it.  In the beginning you could not do enough for me.
                  Now you seem to take me for granted. Some days
   I  wonder if I mean anything to you at all.
                Maybe when I’m gone you’ll appreciate me and all
         the things I do for you.  I’m responsible for the
      food on your table, for the clothes you wear,
         for the welfare of your home, for the thousand
    and one things you want and need.  Why, if
      it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have the car
you drive.
   I’ve kept quiet and waited to see how long
  it would take for you to realize how much
you really need me.
   Cherish me...take good care of me...and
I’ll take good care of you.
Who am I?
I am your job.