I know Working Jane

Oak Lawn IL

Description

I know Working Jane. She lives down the hall. Early mornings to late nights, She pounds and grinds on. Inflation and Debt robs her of a break. She pounds an grinds on. Rarely is her leisure if not sleep or meals, She pounds and grinds on. If not shift hours, then chores and errands, She pounds and grinds on. But passing by, she gives sweet greetings and smile To later pound and grind on. I know Working Jane. She lives down the hall. Tireless Independence to prove herself, She pounds and grinds on. Stubborn Pride to scoff relief and help, She pounds and grinds on. Pressures of Time and Money holds us siege. She pounds and grinds on. Still in archaic eight-hour assembly-line days, She pounds and grinds on. Yet she finds moments to run, lean back, let hair down To later pound and grind on. I know Working Jane. She lives down the hall. Empty nights and lost weekends can end if She stops and hangs around. Priceless moments beyond bills and costs if She stops and hangs around. Relieved back and feet, held hand and eyes, if She stops and hangs around. Friend and neighbor to share the load if She stops and hangs around. And clocks and cares dissolve into human moments if She stops and hangs around. I know Working Jane. She lives down the hall. Maybe devotion, maybe passion, maybe madness –maybe all, She pounds and grinds on. I know Lonesome Joe. He lives right here and now. In gray hours by windowsill, he imagines that She stops and hangs around.