Bakeries

I do not work in metal shops
Nor do I work with leathers
I don’t draw important people
And I don’t trim any feathers

I simply work in a bakery
That’s where my life unfolds
Baking goods and making treats
That all the children hold

This may not seem so hard to you
It may seem quite insane
Why would someone enjoy this so much?
What does this person gain?

I simply see your smiles each day
And hear laughter through the night
But that’s all I need to make my life
Because baking makes everything right.