You have better take care of me.
Perhaps you don't think much of me at times,
But if you were to wake some morning
And realize you did not have me,
You would start the day with an uneasy feeling.
From me you get food, shelter and clothing
And such luxuries as you can enjoy.
But I am exacting.
I am a jealous mistress.
Sometimes you appear hardly to appreciate me at all.
In fact, you make slighting remarks about me at times and neglect me.
Considering the fact that you need me,
Not only for the material things of life,
But spiritually as well.
I wonder sometimes,
Why you neglect me as you do.
If I should get away from you?
Your happiness would flee
And your friends would worry
And your bank account dwindle.
So, after all, I'm pretty important to you.
Cherish me,
Take good care of me,
And I'll take good care of you.
I am you job!