Friday 8 March 2013

It's There for a Reason

Friday end of the week, if I never worked for London Underground, where there is no distinguishing between weekdays and weekends. You get given a shift and you are not sure what day it falls on, you are happy to get a shift straight Monday to Friday.  this weekend we have Mothering Sunday which I am looking forward to, a made up day to acknowledge a woman's sacrifices, she has made throughout her life since having children.  I normally like the simple things of Breakfast in Bed. Made up or not I think it should be celebrated, yes we know every day Mothers should be celebrated but some people need a prompted as a day so be it.

My job is a Safety Critical role, I give safety briefings then ensure everyone stays safe.  I have done this job for over five years,  I enjoy it and I take the role very seriously.  Cut a long story short I am very safety concious, I see safety issues, breaches all over the place.

The worst is generally when I am on my way, it prompted me to write this poem

Mind the Gap wording and yellow line on edge of London Underground platform with anonymous passenger lower legs and rail



#35 Stand Behind the Yellow Line
‘Please stand behind the yellow line!’
How many times have you heard that said
Yet every morning when I go to work
Someone wants to stress me
Sometimes they are on,
Sometimes they are over
Either way all too near to the edge
Wasn't the message clear?
Maybe it should be repeated a couple of times
It’s difficult to tell what is going on in their mind’s
They may be going through their personal hell
This is where they've come to end it all
Who am I  to interfere?
When they have decided for life they don’t care
Here is where they have decided to end their days
I don’t know if to look or look away
Am I that brave?
To be permanently haunted
By what this person has decided to subject me to
I want to reach out a hand and say
However bad things are
Tomorrow will bring a brighter day
Who are you to decide to end your life?
It isn't yours to make that choice
You are here for a purpose
Otherwise life would not have been breathed into you
I am not an all seeing God
But you know what I am saying is true
I look at the board
There isn't much time
He throws his head back in some sort of prayer
Oh you think its that easy to get out of here
You will never appease your maker
We are meant to be givers of life
It’s not our role to be takers
Whoosh!
The train arrives
I close my eyes tight.........
Oh! just an overzealous commuter
Who needs to get to work on time
Oh, that’s ok
That’s fine
With that we were on our way
‘Stand away from the yellow line!:’
The voice announces  just one more time.