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