Blood, sweat, and tears

It's what I live for,

Every day when the bell rings I bolt for my car

Ready for the work ahead of me.

Walking into the doors of the clinic the chaotic sound of animals fills my ears,

It's what  I live for,

The warm lick of an excited dog,

The stickness of a bit of blood from a wounded cat as I comfort it.

It's what I live for,

And when I go home each night

Before I go to sleep or get started on my schoolwork I think of what I did that day.

It's not anything glorious and it's hard work but,

It's what I live for,

What I'm proud and thankful to wake up and do every day.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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