Unseen
I remain in the shadows of neverland
Although unseen, I’ll always be at hand
To do the job I’m qualified for
Never asking for anything more
I love the work, the job, the people
Dependent on my skills, all equal
Whether rich middle class or poor
A helping hand without grandeur
I remain unseen as if a ghost
Always prepared to do my utmost
An unsung hero I shall remain
My job to ease suffering or pain
I continue by your side always
Looking upon you with gentle gaze
Until that moment in time
When you are no longer mine
Covert Novelist 
Beautiful composition today.
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Thank you very much. The last few poems have been a decided struggle. So I appreciate your kind words.
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That was a gracious and rich compliment. I have to say, since I’m unable to find a spot to reply, I absolutely LOVE your photos on doors, and the roosters, so many fabulous pictures, thank you. Love them all. And the light vs. dark ones too.
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Lovely , great poem 🌹
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Awe, thank you Elaine. You are a precious woman, I so look forward to seeing you here.
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And I look forward to seeing you too 😊
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