My time is given for others even though I’m able to make a buck in this uncertain juncture.
My gloves are on, but I don’t have to go to the ring.
While I may have looked down on one occupation, I found some importance even when I wanted to do something else.
My health is on the line each time I walk through the door to help.
The diligence becomes greater as my creative works are harder to reach.
Maybe I should’ve canceled that challenge to write even if I have more reason to stay at home when I’m not on the clock at one place.
I’m glad I’m considered useful, but I wonder what the new normal would look like.