Where I am Someone

Every morning, I wake up alone,
Run some errands, all on my own.

Nobody knows me, nobody sees,
Nobody but me, to see to my needs.

Sometimes I venture, out to the street,
I smile at people, simple and sweet.

Though none of them know, my solitary ways,
That there’s nobody there, to fill up my days.

But evening comes, and to work I go,
I stay in my place, and start on the dough.

I prepare their toppings, anchovies and cheese,
Nobody sees me, says hello or please.

I stay quiet, working, just me,
But without all my work, where would they be?

Where would they eat, of an evening for fun?
These families so busy, they only get one!

Then I go back, to my cold little home,
Where I gave up on dreams, many years ago.

No more hopes, nowhere to run,
Only my job tomorrow, where I am someone.