The Banker

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You see me,
Every day,
You don’t care about me,
Unless you have a problem,
I am you friendly,
Neighborhood banker.

Each day,
I come into work,
I spend my time,
Obsessing,
Over sales numbers,
Going blind looking,
At spread sheets,
Looking for people to call,
To sell them bank products,
They don’t want,
For the millionth time.

You don’t see,
In my privet life,
As I walk by you,
I guess with no blue blazer and tie one,
I not familiar to you,
You don’t know the baggage,
I take home with me,
Or some times to the store,
I think about,
Am I doing a good job?
Have I not forgotten,
To do something you wanted me to do for you.

But now,
Now that I am free,
I am glad,
That I am,
No longer the banker.