There are people,
good people who toil every day
at work they don’t love and some
days simply endure.
Why do these people, good people do that?
They’re partnered with a creative soul;
a dreamer, someone
who scribbles words one after another, collected into pages
of an idea that is yet to come;
that hears a different drum beat and dance;
who changes others’ trajectory through an image or a song;
who observes life for its beauty and complexity;
who follows an uncomfortable path into the unknown.
These people, good people do
their everyday work because they love a dreamer.
Here’s to the good people whose love’s labor
is a gift to us all.
For Tom and Carol and the other good people.