We Are All Workers Every One of Us

We are all workers

if we’re persistent

if we find a way

to earn a living  give back

to this world what we’ve taken

if we are hired if we have

the opportunity and good fortune

to drive a bus take care of other people

teach third grade work in a factory

making toothpaste or tires

wait on tables wash dishes

raise children sell insurance sell bananas

or grow them join a union

write an entire book

play oboe or viola make a movie

clean the airport clean the kitchen

write a poem like this .

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

3 Comments

  1. I should think it would be so much fun to ride on a school bus that you were the driver of, Esther. Peter could make a documentary. How blessed those kids would be. Maybe a little job for you on the side?

  2. Wonderful!
    But as for playing the oboe, my uncle was in charge of the high school band, and he gave me an oboe “to learn how to play over the summer” since they needed an oboe player. I huffed and I puffed, but it was too much for me. They had to find another oboe player. I didn’t sell bananas, but did pick them on the kibbutz – Pick six foot, seven foot eight foot bunch, daylight come and me wan go home.

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