Turn around Bright Eyes

every now and then i fall apart

An ode! to the hard workers.

All the grass cutters in the world, I salute you.

All the garbage collectors in the world, I salute you.

All the cleaners in the world, I salute you.

All the construction workers in the world, I salute you.

I should remember you whenever I sigh and complain about my job because while I sit here comfortably, some of you are out there doing things that most people won�t even dream of doing in the hot sun, in impossible weathers, in dangerous conditions, and some people, they look down upon you.

But I salute you because I think, without the little things; even the most important person in the world couldn�t survive.